Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Making Texas Memories: Astros Game

Mr. Z's dad took us to an Astros game this past summer.

Now, there is something you may need to know.
Mr. Z and I have no clue about the rules and plays of baseball.
Any sport, actually.
So there was a huge learning curve for us.

We do, however, understand hotdogs and nachos.

And ginormous oranges.
(The game was at Minute Maid Park, hence the oranges. It only took us about 5 minutes to figure that one out.)

Ok, so here's what we learned.

This is what happens before the game.
Players huddle around and talk about the weather and clean things with a towel.

And this is where guys carry a big hose around for some pre-game limbo.
They also spray everything down in case of a wild-fire.

This is where they sing the National Anthem and no one knows where they are supposed to look.

Once the game begins, it gets really out of control.

The guy in the middle of the field pushes the limits of the in-seam in the pants while practicing yoga while standing on a mole-hill.

And the rest of the guys stand around to critique his technique.

Then, they make the yoga more challenging by hitting balls in the direction of the yoga guy.
The key is to get him off-balance.

Some guys run around in circles to make the yoga guy dizzy.

A few hours, 2 hotdogs, and a pretzel later, they are still doing the same thing.


And that, my friends, is all you need to know to enjoy a beautiful day with family.

1 comment:

  1. I never knew baseball was so interesting. Hilarious!