A day at the ballpark beats a day nearly anywhere else. Today brought a miserable season at home to a happy ending; happy for the Astros because they won, happy for me because we were here.
A baseball game is a poetic experience to me. To my children, however, it’s a food-fest. Knowing that, I made sure I brought them to a game when I had suite tickets. Thanks to Comcast, they gorged themselves and left me to drink in the game.
I was happy to have a hot dog, peanuts, and a indeterminate glasses of wine.
From the evil chuckle department: we (and most everyone else) received official team posters with next year’s season schedule on the back. The chuckle? Recently-fired skipper Cecil Cooper sits smiling front row, center. All I can say is, good thing rodeo season starts in a few weeks to distract me clear all the way to spring training.