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BRIGHT POINTS MY FAMILY’S MULTIGENERATIONAL LOVE OF THE ASTROS
If there was ever a cure for the summer doldrums, it’s baseball. As season ticket holders to the Astros, my family catches plenty of games every year and sticks with the team, thick or thin. It’s not just about the players or the game; it’s about participating in the atmosphere of Minute Maid Park, shoulder to shoulder with some of the most fantastic sports fans on earth. From chanting “MVP, MVP” when José Altuve steps up to bat to letting out that Ric Flair-inspired “WOO” for Josh Reddick, there’s a lot of fun and tradition to be a part of. And I’ve been lucky enough to have that experience my whole life. My first Astros game must have been when I was 4 or 5 years old. I can still remember the incredible scoreboard at the old Astrodome, four stories tall and composed of thousands of individual lightbulbs. For kids who grew up in the LCD era and never got to witness that scoreboard, it can be hard to fathom. The Astrolite was the first animated scoreboard in history, and my mom got to see it come on for the first time. You see, my mom’s been an Astros fan since before they were the Astros. She was cheering on the Colt 45s in 1962, and she was there for the inaugural game at the Astrodome in 1965. She may be an even bigger Astrofan than I am.
To this day, my mother and I are connected through baseball and volunteer work. We are both very involved in CanCare, a program that puts people who are battling cancer in contact with survivors of their specific form of the disease. As a survivor myself, I know how important it is to have someone to talk to who has been through the same experience and can give you hope for the future. I’m proud of my mom and the work she does for those facing cancer. Last Mother’s Day, I surprised her with — what else? — a signed Bagwell jersey. She was over the moon. I’m grateful that she introduced me to such a great sport and an even better community of fans. While the sun may be hot, you’ll still find us out at the ballpark! The Astrolight is gone, but there are still many bright points of light here in Houston.
I tried to approach the greatest boxer who ever lived, but my mom pulled me right back in line. We were getting that Bagwell autograph.
Once, at a special event in the Astrodome for Sunshine Kids, a nonprofit dedicated to helping children with cancer, we had the opportunity to get Jeff Bagwell’s autograph. While standing in line, I saw none other than Muhammad Ali passing out signatures of his own. I tried to approach the greatest boxer who ever lived, but my mom pulled me right back in line. We were getting that Bagwell autograph.
–Bra nnon Lloyd
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