Friday, July 13, 2007
Buy Me Some Peanuts and Cracker Jack...
We love baseball! The best way to watch a baseball game is in the stadium, up close and personal with Biggio and Berkman and the rest. Or at least a thousand rows above them in the nosebleed section. We got to see the 2nd game of the Astros/Mets series. Which they won. After they won the 1st game. But we won't talk about the monster 3rd game again (will we, Cindy?). ;-)
The photo above is inside Minute Maid Park in Houston. Now, why they started naming the ball parks after grocery products is obvious (for the moolah), but it really kind of bugs me. I loved it when the 'Stros played in the "Astrodome" because it just sounded cool to say it. "Yeah, we're headed to the ASTRODOME to watch a game." But summoning up the name of a fruit juice for the ball park? Not the same effect. Thank heaven we still have The Ballpark at Arlington to fall back on for that.
We like to eat our way through a baseball game. First inning: hot dogs or nachos and a drink in one of those big "souvenir" cups. (I have a cabinet full of those cups which the men in my family will not let me get rid of. Too stinkin' large for the dishwasher, but they insist on using them constantly. But I digress...) Fourth inning or so: peanuts. They keep the little hands busy and provide a nice, salty taste treat that just screams "baseball". After the 7th Inning Stretch, we get cotton candy. I can tell the photo above was taken within the last couple of innings of the game because of that sticky treat on his fingers. And that's the brilliant strategy we've adopted: save the sweet treat until the end, so the kids have something to look forward to and get excited about just when the game seems to be getting really long.
But...taking three kids back to the hotel on a late-night sugar high? Maybe we're not so brilliant after all.