Thursday, October 5, 2017 – Take Me Out to the Ballgame
I memorized and recited this great American poem when I was in Grade Eight. It still one of my favorites.
Here’s what I’m thinking. I am getting my father’s Houston Astros cap out of the closet, making me a hot dog with mustard and pickle relish, having a cold beer, and thinking that my father, Honeyboy, is doing the same in Heaven. Backstory: HB preplanned his funeral years before he passed away. When the funeral director asked what type of casket he preferred, he asked with a straight and serious face “Do you have something with a television with good reception so I can see my Astros?” When he passed away in February 2000 the minister noted Minute Maid Park had a retractable roof so he need not worry about being able to see the games from above. The first game played in the new stadium was the following month between the Houston Astros and the New York Yankees.
Then I think he and I are listening to Casey at the Bat and hoping all of those players mentioned play for the Boston Red Sox. LET’S GO ASTROS!
You pulled a Sean Dietrich with this one.