I hadn’t been planning on going to this game so I bought a last-minute Outfield Deck ticket on astros.com. Instead of the $7 it would have been at the window, it was almost $18, but well worth it because the extra $11 meant I didn’t have to wait in the will-call line. Once again I took the train downtown, which is actually only $1 and six blocks’ walk (and parking is $5 at cheapest).
I dashed through the Crawford Boxes to look for balls lying around but there were none, so I headed over to right field because Brian Moehler, a righty, was pitching for the ‘Stros. I caught nothing but I got to watch as Jeff Karstens tried to toss a ball to a kid who dropped it seven or eight times before Jeff gave up and put it in his hand. Brandon Moss gave a ball to a little boy without even being asked–it was sweet.
Then I went over for autographs and tried to get close to the dugout because Mark “I-hit-a-homer-on-the-first-Major-League-pitch-I-ever-saw” Saccomanno was signing, but I couldn’t make it. The girl next to me kept yelling at a stretching Hunter to come sign something, but the guys who are stretching almost never sign. Somehow he actually came over and signed for a few minutes, and as he signed my hat I looked up at him and said, “I know you don’t remember but at spring training you signed a shirt for my niece, and it made her father really happy” and he laughed and said something to the tune of “I’m glad to hear it.” He’s a cutie, even if he is apparently dating a Playboy bunny.
The game itself was pretty much amazing. I sat in my favorite section, the section on the very edge of the third-base side upper deck. It’s awesome because the train is right below you, and if the roof is open you have an unrestricted view of downtown. I screamed for Miggy’s grand salami, and I went downstairs to the row behind the bullpen for the last few innings. It was fun and I actually lost my voice.
I know I was a huge Negative Nancy about the Astros this season, but seriously, guys, really? Could this actually happen?
In other news…
– the Rockies SUCK. I don’t understand. They were doing so well *bursts into tears*
– Hurricane Ike (or, more appropriately, Ick) is actually physically going to eat us. The Cubs games for this weekend have been postponed.
– I also went last night, so I’ll post that post right after I finish this one.