Norie and I have a tradition of going to see a baseball game on (or close to) our anniversary. We always hang out and have a good time, and the Astros always win.
Until this year. An older drunk guy sitting next to us wanted to chat with me the whole game, so Norie and I didn’t get to talk much, and the Astros… well, the Astros suck. Coming off a 17-2 embarrassment against Detroit, they lost in the game we attended 9-0. We stuck around to see if the Detroit pitcher could get a no-hitter, but the ‘Stros got a hit in the 7th. Lest anyone think they were doing well, the next batter grounded into a double play to end the inning. Man, they suck. We hardly even got to wave our foam finger.
On the bright side, we got to add to Evie’s growing wardrobe (and for the record, Norie’s claim that I’m trying to turn Evie into a sci-fi princess/superhero is inaccurate – she forgot to add robot to the list). Astros fandom will teach Evie the important values of humility and perseverance in the face of disappointment.
Next year, we’ll have to decide if Evie is big enough to go to the game with us. Regardless, she’d probably be an upgrade in the ‘Stros starting line-up.