Go ASTROS!!

So this afternoon I am going to an Astros game with my brother. I very carefully selected the least amount of clothing possible to still be covered in order to avoid a complete meltdown in Houston heat - a tank top and shorts - only to find out a short while later that the Astros play indoors. Yeah, it's going to be an air conditioned game. There's something so un-American and anti-baseball about closed in, air-conditioned baseball games. Granted, the overall comfort level will be much higher, and all the high-haired fancy Texas women (in case you haven't noticed I don't fit the stereotype, but there are plenty around here who do) will no longer have to battle the elements to keep their flourishing 'do's high on the head. But where's the grit, the glory, the sweat... who hasn't been to a baseball game on a hot summer afternoon and completely relished the delicate half-flat watery beer at $8 a cup? Isn't part of the magic of baseball games trying to eat your soft serve ice cream in the mini-batting helmet before it melts and turns into vanilla soup? Who wants to sit in the cheap seats and be comfortable?? Isn't it more fun to try and sneak your way out of misery in the $5 bleachers to the shady overhang of the $40 1st deck behind home plate just for the sake of cooling off a bit? I dunno... I feel somehow a little cheated of the experience. On the other hand, thank GOD, because it is 95 degrees today and at least 90% humidity. I guess I'll make do. I have my memories of the good ol' days. Hey battah battah sa-wing battah! Go Astros!!