It could happen . . .

Finally, yesterday afternoon arrived not a minute to soon. We bounded out of the house, literally screaming on the inside from excitement. Reaching downtown Houston, we frantically tried to find a parking lot. Nervous and jumpy, we couldn't wait to get to the front doors of the stadium. With Scott dragging behind me, I practically ran to the doors. Tickets in hand, quickly I flashed them to the attendant at the door and with a deep breath stepped inside the beloved Minute Maid Park. At last, the moment I waited for for over 24 hours. Home Opener. The 43,000 plus buzzed in wonderment of a new season, and a new, fresh chance to make it to the play-offs. The atmosphere was amazing. Much better than any regular season game. I have been to my share of Astros games, but this my friend was 10x better. Maybe even more than 10! I was like a child in a candy store, or better yet, Christmas morning. Yes, like Christmas morning. Having to wait paitently for a time that you know will provide fabulous amounts of emotion. The closer and closer you get to the moment, the more antsy you get on the inside. It's almost like your insides are jumping. When reaching the much awaited moment, your emotions just go crazy. Then the home team plays their hearts out. Not a lot of drama until the top of the ninth inning when you think they just might lose the game. Then in the bottom of the ninth, a 2 run walk-off homer to send the crowd into an uproar. It doesn't get much better than that. A win for the home opener is great, but a walk-off home run . . . wow, sweet action! So continue the good work 'stros, and we will see you in October!