Made the scene at two Missoula bars last night-- Alan Vick's and the Missoula Club. Motivated to drink and sit at the solid oak bars in order to observe Houston Astros play New York Yankees. I lived in NY for my first 22 years. Spent the next 44 years in Texas. I even lived in Houston for four years. That's pretty good for an Austin hippie.
My loyalties were split. I grew up on the Yankees in the heyday of Mantle, Maris, Yogi Berra and Whitey Ford. The Yankee players had #8 embroidered on their sleeves to honor the passing of Yogi. But 40 years led to a conversion. Changing baseball teams is like a religious conversion-- like going from Catholic to Baptist or something. But I felt my heart going in the direction of the orange uniforms. And Houston won the game 3-0, right there in the middle of the Bronx.
I drank too much beer. Got a little drunk. Missoula has great bars. Enjoyed talking with my buddy Reed and the newly hired bartender at Alan Vick's. She moved to Missoula from Portland, OR-- where the rents are getting too damn high. Same thing in Austin, Texas. The Missoula Club has great bartenders, young guys, former jocks and these two guys were from Billings, Montana. Their are nostalgic photos of Montana sports heroes all over the walls. Great setting to watch the Wild Card game-- a one game playoff for all the marbles.
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