Break Up the Mets!!
Livan in full wind-up.
If you got to Minute Maid, two words: club level. The food service in the rest of the park is confused and inefficient, but club level is a little better. Club level seats are padded and roomier, and there is waiter service. Pictured: beef nachos with everything.
Sad Astro mascot-varmint.
Being a fan of a team losing to the Mets is lonely.
Special "Stub Hub" seats for fans that win a contest. They take 10% of your popcorn before you eat it and 10% after you finish.
Michael Borne after David Wright fufills my wish of seeing a ball hit up onto that silly hill.
They opened the roof right after the Sunday game for the sake of the grass. The guys tending to the grounds can't appreciate this--it was 95-105 degrees if it was 20.
In the How Bad Is It? file:
Rickey Henderson temporarily escaped his legendary solipsism on the biggest day of his life to comment on Jose Reyes' problems.
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