June 16 – “History … and I was there”

Diane fixed some kind of dead baby duck pancake in a skillet for breakfast.  Actually, I think it was some kind of foreign concoction - from Holland, maybe?  It was fun to watch it crawl upward out of the skillet while cooking in the oven.  Then it came crashing down when she took it out.  Fascinating.  And then she made it even better by adding some bacon.  Everything is better with bacon.

 

We chatted for a while until it was finally time to head to the Astros game.  Well, I guess technically I should call it the Rangers game, since we are in their territory.  It’s just that after we got to the stadium, I’m not convinced there weren’t more Astros fans than Rangers fans.  All I can say it … that was a lot of orange. 

 

It was dollar dog day, so that’s what we had for lunch.  Of course.  The dogs were OK, but they really need to keep them on the grill a lot longer.  And one other comment about the environment.  It was cold.  I mean, really cold.  Our seats, although really great for watching the game, were right in the direct line of fire for the air conditioner that was responsible for feeding at least half of the stadium.  Larry even went to the stadium store and bought Diane a beach towel to wrap up in.  Fortunately, Chris had a jacket on.  I just stood up and walked around to stay warm. 

 

And also fortunately, the Rangers bats were, for the most part, ice cold as well.  That, or maybe they just got a bit demoralized after the Astros scored six runs in the first inning.  Then later, two Astros pitchers served up immaculate innings for dessert.  Two of them.  That means they only threw nine pitches in an inning, all strikes, and each of the three batters struck out.  That has never been done before in the history of baseball twice in the same day, much less the same game by the same team … and to top it off, it was against the exact same batters.  Ouch.  History.  And I was there.

 

After the game we stopped at a Huntley favorite spot for some supper.  We weren’t the only ones.  The Astros fans within joined me in a silent celebration with a nod and a fist pump and a mouthed, “Go Astros.”  The Rangers fans were just … silent.  Oh, but the food.  Chris had a grilled shrimp taco.  I had fish and chips.  Mine tasted a lot like the ones we had up in Alaska.  Really good stuff.

 

Back at the house we talked through some more Hawaii stuff before finally crashing into bed.  Great day.  Now to head to Galveston for a day or two and get ready to head back to Waco on Saturday for children’s camp next week.  Whew!

 

Galatians 5:24 says, “Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”

 

Father, thank you for the hospitality we experienced from the Huntley’s.  Please bless them for that.  Amen.