This is baseball?

is not equal to

So, finally something non-school related. Today I decided to tag along with the boys for an afternoon at the ballpark. I had heard things about Minute Maid Park and its luxurious AC and roof but not until I arrived was I hit full force.

First, we arrived halfway through the first inning to find that we could still purchase tickets from the gate for 7 dollars.....yes, you read that right. SEVEN DOLLARS! Its craziness! So upon getting tickets and shuffling our way inside we find a completely enclosed ballpark with escalators, air conditioning and lots of fancy screens in the outfield.

So as we settled into our seats I couldn't help but be distracted by the atmosphere. Having spent the last 4 years in Boston being surrounded by Red Sox madness (and happily taking on a bit of it myself in the last year) I didn't know how to take this. No sunshine? AC? No Sweet Caroline sing along? My future roommate and I remarked on the old school charm of Fenway and my love of the Kenmore buzz pre and post games. Unfortunately these Astros just weren't doing it for me.

I admit, I had fun. It was a nice escape

from lesson planning and a relaxing way to spend a sunday but to me - this was not real baseball.

but look how adorable my roomies are: