Downtown Houston, Louisiana at Pease, Summer 2011.
Hot as Hell in Houston
Sitting here – on the banks of hell,
Sun steaming down – humidity as well,
There isn’t much hope – for the ice cream bell,
With the temp at one ten – and our sweat turned to gel.
The weather man says – no rain again today,
May as well kick back – watch the grass die away,
Water those little pets – with their tongues hung in sway,
And just make the best – whatever – come what may.
There’s a sidewalk out there somewhere – where the eggs don’t splat and fry,
There’s got to be some tree shade too – where you want more than to die,
And a time for endless scanning – of a windless clear red sky,
Comes roaring to a close – on a new storm passing by.
I guess we’ll know hell’s reached its worst – I guess we’ll jump and shout,
When comes the hottest devil day – and boils us all about,
And leaves the sign we’ve waited for – the mark that bears great clout,
Our jaws will drop – the day we find – the Astros have thawed out.
The Pecan Park Eagle 
August 8, 2011 at 2:27 pm |
Texas summers are God’s way of telling Yankees to go home. Otherwise, the state would be so wonderful that everyone would want to live here and the place would be like California. God, in His infinite wisdom, said “I must do something to keep Texas special and unique, where only the toughest people can stand to live year-round.” So on the eighth day, He created Texas summers.
August 8, 2011 at 4:42 pm |
I like to say, “Houston: not for sissies.”
August 8, 2011 at 6:45 pm |
Its 107 here in Georgetown
August 8, 2011 at 9:40 pm |
Dr. McCurdy:
Is it just the heat, or are today’s Astros trying to become
the St. Louis Browns of this decade? They do so many things
just like the Browns of ’49 thru ’53….popular players with talent
get traded/sold (?) off to pennant contenders over and over again.
Remember, the Browns did not even have to think about a
AAA affiliate since they had none, they could just pull people
up from AA San Antonio and go on down the road.
How much pain can a group of fans take?
As my Dad often said in San Antonio, the only blessing
to having a non-competitive team is knowing that tickets
are always available. Please wake me from the nightmare.
Thanks,
Tom
August 8, 2011 at 11:22 pm |
The only thing CONSTANT is change, but this Summer is like the movie Groundhog Day.