Back in December when I knew I would be in Houston for opening day, I called my Mom and asked if she would like to meet me and go to the game - my treat. Mom is a big Astros fan and had never been to Minute Maid to see her favorite team. She jumped at the chance.
The day started out with a trip to fan fest for the lunchtime pep-rally. A good crowd of Astros fans were on hand. Mom had a great time. For my part, it is always nice to see people celebrate the start of baseball season even if it wasn't for my team.
Back to the hotel for a couple of hours and then onto the game. We got to park at 3:30 p.m. and found our seats, 12 rows up along the first base line staring right at the pitchers mound.
Astros batting practice was underway and Mom was having a great time watching her boys. After about 30 minutes I suggested we go into one of the restaurants and get something to eat, by the time we got to the top of the stairs she collapsed from the heat.
The Minute Maid staff swooped in like buzzards with ice and fans and water. It was simply unbelievable the speed at which they were on the scene. They were there instantly.
So off to first aid we go. I will spare you the details but I ended up taking her back to the hotel and did the good son thing and took care of her. I never saw a pitch.
Mom felt bad about me missing the game - like that mattered to me at all at that point.
She's good - will be fine very soon.