Nothing to do with me being invited to a suite where the beer and hotdogs were free. ere's Lance Berkman at the plate with a man on first...Ah, 162 more games to go, plus, with any luck, somewhere between 11 and 19 in October.
Baseball's not all that makes Houston great in the spring...there's also these little critters:
I mowed the lawn in the blazing heat today and then, as I was fetching my groceries, I realized it was going to be a beautiful evening. I decided that the best reward I could give myself would be some mudbugs from the Ragin' Cajun, washed down with a couple of bottles of Fat Tire.
Mark and Marisa joined me, but sadly they neglected to tell me they didn't like crawfish until after I'd ordered a full bucket. Being the trooper I am I managed to finish the 3 pounds by myself.
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's just Rounders innit?
People always say that like it's a bad thing. Yes, it's a similar game to the one loads of British kids spend many hours enjoyably playing every summer. I'm going to go to the World Cup final in 2010 and dismiss the whole thing by sniffing, "it's just a kickabout in the park, innit?"
Bit of a difference... we had jumpers for goalposts.
And Mars bars at half time?
And Ice Pops!!
Banana?
And warm pubs!!!
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