The first pro football and pro baseball games I saw in person were in the Astrodome. It was truly a wonder to a country boy like me. But like the rest of us that came to be in the 60’s, it’s old and decrepit. People are still trying, against all odds, to save it. I wish it could be saved, but at some point we have to accept that it’s not going to happen. Hail Marys need someone to catch and run with the plan. With every heaved idea that thuds to the ground, it seems less and less likely to happen, especially without the taxpayers footing the bill. It’s a shame, but that’s life. We get old, we fall apart, we go away, people might talk about us wistfully for a while, and that’s it.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the morning
On the fields of green
In the homeland
We’ve never seen.
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