Hello, I'm back. It's been a while, but we still can't seem to figure out how to get internet to come into our apartment. The CD came yesterday that was supposed to fix everything, and of course it did not. Our downstairs neighbor Jordan spent about four hours last night trying to make it work, and all he learned was that apparently our account with SBC is still considered "inactive," which means that they are charging us for internet, but not sending any actual internet signal through our phone line. The plan, the last I heard, was to call back today and scream at whoever answered the phone, but I'm trying not to involve myself too much, so I'm not sure if that's going to happen or not.
Anyway, lots has happened since my last post. Most notably, I attended the wake and funeral for my grandfather. It was a sad time, especially for my grandmother, my dad, and his brother and sister. It made me think a lot about family and made me miss my sister, who is studying abroad in Buenos Aires for the semester. Though it was sad, it was good to see my parents and the extended family.
On Wednesday I went to Minute Maid Park to see the Astros cream the Florida Marlins, thanks in large part to a dominant performance by Roger Clemens, which was made all the more impressive by the fact that his mother had died the night before. I hadn't seen Clemens pitch since he was on the Red Sox and I was quite young, so I was very happy to see him pitch again. After the game, they showed a video in memory of Mrs. Clemens. All in all, it was a memorable experience, and hopefully my first of many visits to the ballpark.
This is the view from our seats in right field. I think that's Juan Encarnacion in right for the Marlins.
If I looked over to my right, I had a good view of the "short porch" in left. No homers reached the porch on that day, sadly. Notice the Citgo sign above the train tracks. I think they're trying to steal some of the good Red Sox karma with a Citgo sign of their own. Too bad it's puny and weak compared to ours.
Last night I went with my housemates and several others to a Ravi Shankar concert downtown. Ravi and his daughter Anoushka both played the sitar, which was amazing to see, even though we were about half a mile above them in the last row of the highest balcony in Jones Hall. That's the hall downtown where the Houston Symphony plays, and where the Rice trombones played in the lobby before the Symphony concert last weekend. I didn't take any pictures to post here, because you wouldn't have been able to see anything. Still, it was quite good.
After the concert, we went back to the Flying Saucer. We walked in just in time to see Manny win the game for the Sox with the bases loaded in the bottom of the tenth against the A's. He was hit by a pitch. It wasn't the most exciting way to win, but I was happy that I got to see it, even if I only saw the very last at-bat. Though I'm starting to get worried because, just like I knew would happen, the Yankees are refusing to go away. They're now only a game and a half back in the AL East race, and if they should pass us there, there's a fair chance we wouldn't win the wild card spot either. It's getting down to the wire, and I hope our Sox are up to the challenge. All I can say is GO SOX! and GO INDIANS! Keep those dirty yanks out of the playoffs.
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