Much has transpired since last I posted. Kauffman stadium is indeed a gem, yet truly has uniquely different feel from either Safeco or Coors Fields.
It has a more open feel a la the Mariners spring training complex.
Our seats, as Joe showed earlier, were almost too good. We sat there sweltering in the hot afternoon sun, both of us in our recently aquired Royals t-shirts. Thanfully they were both white, so when we sweated through them it was less obvious. The Royals mounted a 3 run rally in the bottom of the 7th inning, when the Royal's 3rd baseman launched a foul line drive right at us. Joe dove to protect his new Nikon DSLR camera - the prize of his recently discovered phtography hobby - while the David Eckstein instinct in me took over. Unfortunately since the Gasman on KJR determined that no one over the age of 10 should bring their glove to the ballpark, I was forced to attempt the barehanded play. The ball skimmed off the top of the dugout and slammed into my 5th metacarpal. It landed in the hands of a youngster behind us. And I had to shoo away medical attention, though my pride hurt worse than my hand. Meanwhile back at the model home, the Royals failed to capitalize, and suffered a 6-3 loss. All this despite Yuni displaying the effort we have not seen since 2006.
After the game we went back to the airport to pick up Joe's bag, which had finally arrived from Seattle, and a couple of commemorative shot glasses before embarking to St. Louis. 4 hours later we checked into the riverfront Econolodge, which is located right across the street from the Edward Jones dome, home of the St. Louis Rams (go Josh Brown!). The card reader for our original room worked, but the door appeared to be deadbolted from the inside. This was perplexing because there appeared to be no other exit from said room. Fast forward to this morning, there was an ambulance in the parking lot and a paramedic wheeling a gurney to the third floor. We're not saying someone was murdered in our original room, but we are not refuting this statement either. Like David Ortiz, it could have been just a tainted supplement.
Rewind to last night, we happened across a bar named 'The Best Bar in the World.' We probably shouldn't mention Nikki the bartender's rack, but it seemed ample given her rather slender frame. As a lifelong resident of St. Louis, she was very knowledgable and gave us a list of places to go while here. We also happened across a couple of other 20-something, and the bar permitted us to play beer pong and flip cup (which is very unheardof in bars for us Northwesterners). We were finally kicked out at 2:30am and retreated to our room to watch Sportscenter.

Bar pong!
-- Jesse (as told to Joe)