Here comes the song.
Out in the outfield, the Clydesdales’ hooves stomp and clomp during the pregame pomp, while organist Dwayne Hilton punches those familiar first eight whomps.
Upon your arms, the annual goose bumps ascend on opening day, like Punxsutawney Phil on Groundhog Day.
And then? The organist unleashes the escalating bum-bum-bum-BUM and here we go – “Here comes the king, here comes the big number one!”
The song is the soundtrack of summer, a stadium staple, But not in every stadium, just St. Louis’ stadium, making the song unabashedly and unwaveringly ours.
“It reminds me of just being a little kid,” said St.