This morning, I decided it would be a good idea to drive to Houston and catch a few Astros games, so here I sit in my downtown Houston hotel room. Game starts in an hour and a half. This will probably be my last trip to Minute Maid Park, which is a shame, it’s a beautiful baseball park, definitely the nicest one I’ve ever been to. Of course, it is new and not a baseball icon like Fenway or Wrigley, but then again, the Astros have only been around since the 60’s. And did I mention that it’s air conditioned? It is. Well, at least until the sun goes down and they retract the roof.
So downtown Houston is a lot like Manhattan. Just without all the people and the things to do. And I haven’t heard a single horn honk yet.
Well, batting practice is going to start soon, so time to go. They’d better win, I drove three hours for this game.
UPDATE: Astros won. However, the victory was hollow. My mother called me during the eighth inning to inform me that my grandfather had died.
Blogging will be light to nonexistent for a few days. Kentucky isn’t exactly the technological hub of the universe.
I’m glad you enjoyed your few hours in Texas, but I’m sorry to hear about your grandfather. My prayers go with you.
Man, Prayers are with you. That’s Awful News.
My condolences! Stay well and I hope the move to the new place goes smoothly.
Aw, man! I am so sorry to hear that. My prayers go out to you and your family.
… damn, man… my condolences to you and your family..