Go Astros! (Please........)

Okay, so the Astros couldn't win a game up in Chicago. Well, that doesn't surprise me--- it was way too cold up there for a baseball game. And in a ballpark without a roof? How uncivilized is that? Last night's game was played in the rain, and I'm sure it wasn't a warm rain, judging from all the White Sox fans bundled up from head to toe. You could see everyone's breath as they screamed at the umpires.

Tomorrow is the night. The Astros will be in their own ballpark. Three games in a row, in downtown Houston. Now don't you think they might just win all three? (The first person who says "when pigs fly" will be asked to go read another blog.)

We're having a "cool front," as our weathermen like to call it. The temperature tonight is about 60 degrees, and I've turned the heat on in the house for the first time since the last cool front came through in February.

60 degrees. Positively freezing, in my opinion, but at least it doesn't feel as cold as it did last night. We had lots of wind last night, which made it seem colder than it really was. This morning was cool, but it warmed up around lunch-time and the afternoon was beautiful... sunny and warm, and it felt like a Spring day. Basically, we really have two seasons down here-- Spring and Summer. Unless, of course, The Powers That Be throw in a cool front or a cold snap, to make sure we're all paying attention.

Speaking of paying attention: Listen up, Astros---- don't be leaving players on the bases. When they score the runs, the point of the whole game is to bring them home. Home. You remember what that is? The little white pillow-like thing that sits on the ground in front of the catcher?