Hot Enough to Fry an Egg

Adam came to Texas for a Father's Day weekend visit. We had an action-packed few days that included lots of swimming. Adam is not a fan of heat and humidity, so he spent much of his time fussing about how high the dewpoint was in Houston.

Jean and Jenna came over on Sunday for a BBQ and we all complained about how scalding the brick patio was around our pool. If we didn't wear flip-flops while walking to and from the water, our feet felt as if they were on fire. We thought that it was certainly hot enough outside to fry an egg. We tried. It wasn't. In the evening, Jim, Adam, Jacob, and I went to a local frisbee golf course. Although it was still a bit muggy out, we had a blast.

Today, Adam, Jacob, and I went downtown to take an official tour of the Houston Astros ball field, Minute Maid Park. In addition to learning a lot of interesting tidbits about the stadium, we got to see many "backstage" areas, including the press box, the dugout, the bullpen, etc. I inquired as to why their flagpole is actually on the playing field and I received a surprising answer. The pole came from the old Tiger Stadium, where they say it was also in the field of play. I sure don't remember that. Do any of you recall the flag being on the field at Tiger Stadium?

After having lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe, we drove Adam to the airport. He is now back in the cooler and less humid air of the Rocky Mountain State.

Jake and Jenna waited patiently for the eggs to fry. The yolks got a bit hard after about an hour, but they never really cooked.

The boys posed at the "green" area of the frisbee golf course.

Jacob on the fairway getting ready to throw his frisbee.

Jacob in center field of Minute Maid Park. It is a looooong way to home plate from out there.

The boys in the Astros dugout.