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.
…and what have you done with the 2007 Astros?
And most importantly–what do you want in return? Because surely you couldn’t just give a city in despair something as valuable as this 2008 team and not want anything back.
Brian Moehler. After sitting through 16 innings of tied game against the Mets last year, I resented this man for the two runs he gave up. We lost. But last night was a different story–I cannot believe how well he did. Snaps for Brian!
Lance Berkman. The man has put the slow-start-curse far, far, far behind him.
Miguel Tejada. I knew he was good… but I didn’t know he was quite this good.
Hunter Pence. Has hit. His stride. And his socks. Are sexy.
José Valverde. I think he is back for real.
Where Is He Now?
Today, we will visit Mike Lamb, ex-Astros third baseman/utility player/all-around beast, current Minnesota Twins third baseman.
Yeah, maybe his average is lower than it’s been any time soon, but I really wish we had signed him instead of Mark Loretta. I like his style. He’s like a skinny Lance Berkman.
And, because you knew it was coming… random baseball-related ramblings.
TULO GOT HURT. OH MY GOD. He tore a tendon and is out until August… whatever shall I do?
Brian Bannister has beautiful eyes.
I’m addicted to TWIB now.
I think that’s it for now. No, really.