We were definitely trespassing when we pulled up to this old brick building near the Mississippi River. Someone we’d met on the bus at the World Cup opener in LA (m_cat09) had told us this was the place to visit if we ever rolled through St. Louis. And with the bus dead in the water, we took her suggestion seriously and traveled over 1000 miles to make it anyway. Her dad did play for the St. Louis Steamers so we figured there was more to this story to uncover. Yet, with five minutes to go until kickoff, there were no signs of life at the Spanish Society. We knocked on the front door… no reply. We circled the old brick building timidly, until we saw a stairwell leading to a basement. The smell of cigarettes, beer, and chorizos hit us right as we walked in. Before we could even react, Donna and Bobby greeted us with a handshake and a hug. They were the only two people there. After introducing ourselves, they told us they’d show us something that’d cheer us up. Donna walked over ...