Baseball games are always fun, I'm just gonna say it. The chatter of families around you, the passing of stats and facts from parent to child (factual or ignorant crap info, it's usually 50/50), the energy of a pair of fans starting a section-wide cheering of "Here we go Astros, here we go! *Clap, clap*," the hope in the eyes of a 10 year old holding up his glove for over 4 innings with the goal of catching a fly ball from the 4th tier way out past 3rd base, the silliness of traditions like inverted "rally caps" when your team is up to bat, the absurdity of singing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" just after "God Bless America" in the 7th inning stretch. And then there's the foodie traditions associated with a ball game- hotdogs, burgers, cotton candy, overpriced beer.
Needless to say, we had a lovely Sunday with friends watching the Astros get stomped.
|The Stars at Night are big and bright... Deep in the Heart of Texas. As sung by a group of gung-ho Canadians|