In this time of COVID-19, I find myself longing for the past. Being a kid again. Not having a care in the world. A time where a certain little corner of Houston, Texas was alive with fun. Where the word "Astro" wasn't just an homage to the city's space roots, but for me (and maybe some other kids in the 90's), it was a way of life. A way of life, that....to be quite honest, I felt I never embraced to it's fullest.
This is for the Killer B's. While the postseason success wasn't there, it didn't matter. You made it easy to root for the Astros.
This is for 1998. You made Astros baseball great again (and you made scoring runs look EASY)
This is for General Admission...and his cannon. I HATED loud noises, so sticking this thing into the Dome (were loud noises seemed to be amplified 10 fold) was an absolute GREAT combination....(then they had the audacity to add pyrotechnics to said cannon fire in 1996?!? EVEN BETTER....)
You weren't called the 8th Wonder of the World for nothing! You were Houston's hot spot (figuratively, since you really shaded us from the outdoors heat). The lights may have gone out, but you can rest assured that in this man's eyes, you are sourly missed. This is for you.
Celebrate The Good Times
This for the good times, as not all memories end in sorrow...
I mean...come on!!! These things are absolute FIRE
This is for Astroworld, for if you didn't want to go to a game, you knew where to go, just right across that 610 bridge. Or...if you really wanted to go to both...that works too. :)
It's funny, I used to hate some of these things. I hated the loud noises of the Dome's pyrotechnics going off (Rodeo and Astros). I used to HATE roller coasters (have since conquered the fear). I used to hate it, and in turn sheltered myself from trying to fit in. I just used to hate all these things....and yet.....in the end....oh Blue and Gold...how I miss you so.