At first I found my base.
And a former Cardinal, Colby Rasmus, who signed baseball cards when he had a minute.
Last year’s AL batting champ, Jose Altuve, took his swings. That’s him on the left.
I watched the first pitch from the bleachers. Fans became restless, leaving and returning with trays of beer. I wanted to be alone, even though it isn’t possible.
The temperature fell to 40 or so. They closed the roof, but rain still snuck through and pelted my notebook. I decided to go run in place. And find a better view.
Others lost interest.
I’ve left two baseball games early. My brother insisted we leave St. Louis so he could study for a test in engineering school. He drove. And the temperature dropped about 30 degrees over a couple of innings at a minor league game in Springfield. I biked.
Here, I have public transport, and the warm glow of stadium lights to keep me close.
And anyway. The Astros scored 5 runs in the 8th. I had a nice view of Robinson Cano kick a ground ball, and miss another. With the bases loaded, Altuve doubled. Houston went up 6-3.
And it was over.
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