Giants

Uncle Henhuh took us all to see the San Francisco Giants play aginst the Texas Rangers. Thanks, Henhuh! Of the ten people in our party, three were attending our very first baseball game: me, Yash, and Santosh's dad. Mostly what I remember is that it was cold: by the end of the evening, I was wearing five layers, not counting Mom. Poor Dale was half-frozen. I don't think temperatures that low are allowed in Houston.

We won the game 2 to 1, when the runner stole home after the catcher dropped the ball in the bottom of the 11th. Don't ask me what any of that means. I just repeat what Dad says and spit up on his clean shirts.