After breakfast in the hotel’s fancy restaurant, we opted for a more pedestrian luncheon - hot dogs at the ballpark. The guy selling the boiled version suggested we go over to a different place to get the grilled version. Good call. I mean, a hot dog is a hot dog, but grilled slightly trumps boiled.
Our seats were great. Literally right behind home plate. And we were right in the midst of the other Astros fans on the same excursion. Made for a raucous crowd when Chas and then Pena hit home runs.
I loved the minor league ballpark atmosphere. Every half inning there was some kind of game. Kids dressed up like food and raced. They set up a putting green and then a cornhole board on the dugout. One kid had to guess the music artist singing. It was Meatloaf. He got it right. Don’t see how. But my all-time favorite? They tossed hot dogs from the dugout roof to the fans. I mean … literal hot dogs. Hungry anyone?
Good guys win, 5-3! Oh, but did I mention? It was really cold. Felt like 60 degrees or less. Brrrrr.
Proverbs 27:17 says, Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another.
Father, thanks for you for our first Spring training experience. It was fun. Looking forward to part two today. Amen.
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