How a day with my father shaped what would become a lifelong love for the Astros
I didn’t know my father very well.
When I was young my parents separated and my brother and I would live with our mother. During the early years my father lived in Houston and we would visit him once a month for a long weekend. We would always do fun things like go to AstroWorld or Hanna-Barbara Land, or a once a year camping trip to Big Bend. But I loved when he took us to see the Astros play.
One...