take me out to the ballgame / take me out with the crowd

I have All-Star tickets!

They came in the mail yesterday. They are big and colorful and beautiful and suitable for framing. (Seriously, there’s a little note that says if you want to frame them, just take the entire sheet to the park instead of tearing off the individual tickets. I mean, I had never even thought about framing them but now I feel a strange need to do so.) And they are mine. No, you cannot have them. No, you cannot buy them from me. They are mine, and I will be sitting there with Jason and Chris in section 309 watching the Futures Game and Celebrity Softball Game on July 11, the Home Run Derby on July 12, and the All-Star Game on July 13.

Woohoo!

Went to Minute Maid last night for the fourth time in a week (though it was Jason’s sixth time in a week), and finally saw the Astros win one, 5-4 over the Pirates. It was pretty exciting, with two big triples driving in most of the Astros’ runs. You don’t see triples very often. Neat.

The most unexpected side effect (side effect isn’t quite the right wording, but oh well) of having season tickets, even the mini plan that’s “only” 27 games, is that we are all getting sick of stadium food. We never have time to eat dinner at home, since we basically go straight from work to the ballpark, and the fajita wraps, nachos, hot dogs, pizza, and potatoes are starting to get really old. Last night Chris and I were lamenting the menu’s lack of anything even remotely healthy. Jason and I have had a thing for ice cream lately though…

The other funny thing is that the food doesn’t seem quite so expensive when you’re not paying for your ticket. I mean, of course we paid for our tickets, but that money was spent back in February, and so it sort of feels like I’m constantly going to Astros games for free. And if I’m going for free, I don’t feel so cheated by having to spend $4 on a Coke and $6.50 on some semblance of a meal.

Yeah. I know it doesn’t make sense if you think about it, but whatever.