No marching band, no floats, no funeral procession, no nothing. Anticlimax watered down, drizzle rather than rain like everything else where you expect something to happen but it doesn't. Only digital cameras, news vans and pockets of bewildered people a muted collective demonstration of resigned anticipation, waiting for the stadium to suddenly collapse. Or at the very least for an enormous wrecking ball to swing from out of nowhere and smack it into oblivion.
Someone has spray-painted in red on one of the concrete barricades: "BASEBALL STADIUMS COME & GO BUT THE SEA OF RED LIVES ON." Liz speculates that the "SEA OF RED" refers to the loyalty of Cardinals fans. Probably, though at first glance it seemed a more ominous signifier. Isn't it always like that?