New Vantage Point!!!

I have been an Houston baseball fan for a long time. I first watched professional baseball in Buff Stadium, where the Cardinal farm team played through the 1950's. In the early '60's I watched from the grandstands in Colt Stadium. When the Astrodome opened in 1965, I moved indoors with them. I most often sat in the pavilion seats in centerfield, though on several occasions I was in SRO (standing room only).

For the last ten or so years of the Astros tenure in the Dome, I was able to buy a mini-season ticket. That enabled us to sit in the same seat for 27 games a season. My seats were in the Loge (purple) level.

In 2000 the Astros moved to Enron Field, now named Minute Maid Park. That year a group of six of us bought a pair of full season tickets, on the fourth level. Over the 11 seasons in Minute Maid, we have moved till we reached our current seating, fourth level front row, directly behind home plate.

I have seen almost all the important games the Astros have played, all the All Star games, the Jeff Kent homer against the Cardinals, the extra inning loss in game 6 of the 86 playoffs, Mike Scott's no hitter to clinch the pennant in 86, playoffs in each of the series in the 80's and 90's, the first World Series game!


There have been occasions when someone would give me seats in the expensive sections of the various stadia. I have sat in field boxes five rows behind the Astros dugout. I have sat in the Sky Box owned by Gulf Oil. But tonight will be the first time I have sat in the luxury box at field level right behind home plate. It is the section where the owner, Drayton McLane sits. It is the section where President Bush and his wife Barbara sit.

I will try to behave myself in a dignified manner. And I will try not to boo Carlos Lee!

Surprise for Phil!!!!!!!!!!

One day while preparing to close our donut shop for the day, my oldest daughter told me she wanted to send a thank you to Jimmy Wynn for the autographed baseball he had given her. She was only four years old and we wanted to nurture in her a spirit of gratitude, so I told her I would write down what she wanted to say, and we would mail it on the way home. I don’t remember the exact words of the note, but she thanked him for the ball and for calling her beautiful. She told him if he ever came to our little town he should come to our shop and she would give him a free donut.

We did not know the actual address, so we just sent the note to Jimmy Wynn, Astrodome, Houston, Texas. I had my doubts it would ever reach the Astros’ star, but I did not tell my little girl. We dropped it in the mailbox on the way home that night.


A few weeks later we went to another game at the Dome. As was usual for us, after the game we went to the loading docks gate, which is where the home team players exited the building. We were waiting at the base of a long ramp, maybe fifteen or twenty yards from those crowding around the door. I saw a boy from the summer league team I coached among the gathering; he was working hard for autographs. He greeted us and asked what we were doing so far back from the action. I told him we were waiting for Jimmy Wynn, so my girl could say hello to her friend. Phil had his doubts that Jimmy Wynn was her friend, and he went back to the door to obtain more signatures.


A little while later Jimmy came through the door. He had a box under one arm and a couple of bats in his other hand. He was walking fast and obviously was not interested in signing a bunch of autographs that night. Phil was trailing him all the way down the ramp, trying to get him to stop, without any luck. As he approached, my daughter called out, “hi Jimmy.”


Wynn walked directly to where I was holding my little one, switching the bats to his other hand so he had an arm free. He said, “Good Evening, Stacey, I received your card. Thank you very much.” He took her from me, kissed her on the lips and proceeded to visit with her about what kind of donut he should get if he came to the shop.

Phil’s jaw bounced off the sidewalk!