Went back to my uncle's house. You know, I just hate Dallas. It's zoned way too much, the buildings are really ugly, the people aren't very nice, and there seem to be topless bars everywhere.
Went to the Ballpark in Arlington, about a ten minute drive from my uncle's house. The game had a 6:05 start time so the Yankees could try to get to Toronto and still get some sleep. As a result, I was the first one of the group of six to get there, and they all missed the first inning. They eventually got there. There were Laura, Andrew Tucker, Laurence Herrera and his wife, and Laura's sister Deborah. Drew and I caught up; Amy, his wife, did not want to go see baseball, so she didn't come. They are busy working; he has to travel a lot, and it seems that he is always too busy. I didn't know Laurence at Rice very well, and we didn't talk much. Deborah is a real baseball fan, so we had a good time. The Rangers won over New York, 6-5. The Ballpark is brand new. It's kind of neat, but is really a kitchen sink. It has Detroit's home run porch, Comiskey's Sky Box row, Baltimore's warehouse look, etc. Plus the outfield is entirely too large, esp. in left. But it is an interesting place. Left, got home, went to bed.
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