I'd planned on heading to the Juicebox around 5pm today for the 7pm start time because I wanted one of the team blankets. You know what they say about "the best laid plans?" Yeah, that totally applies here. Didn't end up leaving the office until roughly 5:40, which meant we got to Minute Maid way too late to get one of the blankets. I must admit that I severely underestimated the popularity of these team blankets that don't even cover an entire body, much less keep one warm, but I digress. Saturday is Hunter Pence bobblehead day, and I'm planning on being at the Juicebox right around 3pm to make sure I get one of those things.

Josh and I found a killer free parking spot and walked up to the ballpark. I gotta tell you, there's nothing like a Friday afternoon in Houston where it's 70 degrees outside and you're walking up to the Juicebox. There is no better feeling in the world, although If I were to win the lottery I imagine my stance on that would change quite drastically. Minute Maid is such a beautiful park, and I never get tired of seeing it upon approach. 

We met up with Jason, the drummer for our church worship band, and went inside. Our seats were row 12, section 111, so they were pretty much perfect. We watched a bit of Marlins batting practice and heckled Gonzo a little bit, but I think he knows we still love him, steroids or not. I decided that instead of a Super Star Dog being in my future, a Super Star Dog needed to be in my present, so I left for the concession stand, where I proceeded to pay $16 for about $3 of food. Man, I love baseball and capitalism.

My notes on the game, depressing as they are: [box score]