I spent most of Saturday thinking I had a good grip on the day...up early, coffee with the dogs, a good work-out, several episodes of Rick Steves trekking all over Europe -it's public television fundraising time- including the corner of Spain and Southern France that Kendall visited in person last month, even some writing...all before mid-afternoon. But it was just a fraction of what I had intended to accomplish, and the next thing I knew, the clock had spun around to late afternoon and my motivation had slipped out the back door.
But that was okay because my friend Leslie gave us a perfect excuse to shut down early - she invited us to meet her and Clive for a margarita and then go root for the Round Rock Express. Her call was timely...by weird coincidence I had just lamented to my friend Bo that I'd never been to the Dell Diamond. I HAVE been to a Minor League baseball game, but I traveled all the way up to Great Falls, Montana this past summer for that. (It wasn't actually the reason we went to Great Falls, but it was still a lot of fun!)
Unfortunately, both times the team I was rooting for lost. But I still love watching minor league games - there's such a cozy, small-town feeling infusing the stadiums. I grew up watching the Houston Astros, usually sitting high above the players, insulated from the game and even nature, thanks to the high arch of the Astrodome's ceiling. Sitting under the open sky took me back in time to high school baseball games. And even though the Express lost, we won in regards to weather - enough cloud cover to keep us from baking, just a sprinkling of rain, and no mosquitoes.
I'll be back.
