So much to say, so little time.
I finally made it to the ballpark last night for my first game of the season. It was, as they say, good for my soul. The Astros ended up losing 5-3, unfortunately, but hopefully they’ll win tomorrow night when we go to our next season ticket game! The usher in our section is pretty cool, if a little loopy, and so it should be a good season. My only complaint about the seats is that if I’m not sitting up on the edge of the seat, the railing obscures my view of the plate. But I suppose that goes along with the territory in getting gimp seats at the cheaper price! Pictures here.
And I forgot to mention yesterday that my MS150 pictures are posted as well, here.
Oh! During the 7th inning stretch, there was a streaker! I’ve never been at a game where anyone streaked before; it was hilarious. The crowd immediately ceased singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” and started laughing and cheering. He was a big fat ugly guy. He jumped down from the stands above the right field wall, stripped off all his clothes, and took off toward center field. He paused there to shake his booty for all the people up on the center field balcony overhang, then continued toward left field. By this time, four security guards were closing in, so the naked guy juked left and right, trying to avoid them. But he wasn’t wearing any shoes, so he quickly slipped on the grass and fell down, at which point the security guards tackled him. I, of course, took a picture. Couldn’t resist. Here’s the dude being escorted off the field.
Very funny.
On to other news. When I got back to work on Monday, Debbie informed on Friday at a nearby park, Jason attempted to go over some jump on his mountain bike. In typical Jason fashion, he crashed, went over the handlebars, landed on his head and cracked his helmet. He got up laughing, I’m sure, as his reaction to pain is to laugh instead of cry. Freak. Anyway, yesterday I find out that his head has been hurting more and more, so he went to the doctor yesterday, who said “I think you have a concussion, well, I mean, you do have a concussion, let’s get you a CAT scan to make sure it’s nothing worse than that.” So yesterday Jason literally had his head examined. The sheet he took to the CAT scan place had a line for which body part to image, and the doctor had checked “brain.” So. That is that. It made for a lot of good jokes at the baseball game last night (“Jason, how many fingers?”), but hopefully it is only a concussion, and nothing more serious. In fact, as soon as I finish writing this I should call Jason to see if he has heard the results yet.
I don’t know what we’re going to do with that boy.
Oh, and the third cool thing of yesterday is that Cheri Blauwet, a good friend of Chris’s, won the Boston Marathon on Monday. Yes, won the women’s wheelchair division of the Boston freaking Marathon. Crazy. Her time was 1:39:53. Here is a picture of her on Chris’s page. She’s also won the New York and L.A. marathons, set a world record in the women’s wheelchair 5K, has arms that could crush you, makes a living off winning races (she won $10,000 for Boston), and I think she’s going to the Paralympic Games this summer. And she’s smart enough that she’s currently in medical school at Stanford. Pretty damn impressive.
Man. Makes me tired just thinking about it. Or maybe it’s just that I’m really freaking tired, period. Tonight I have no plans though, so hopefully I will get to bed early. Hopefully.
And finally, there was a thing on the Blogger homepage this morning about testing out Google’s Gmail service, so I signed up. Gmail me so I can play around with it. Need a topic? What’s the best thing about baseball (or your favorite sport), and why?