Hot Yoga There

It looks as if Darla is back in business. She e-mailed me and probably all the other Yoga Body Houston students. I can only imagine the vitriolic e-mails she’ll probably get in response. I feel no animosity towards her, but will not be attending her new place. Bikram’s Yoga College of India has been awesome. The instructors are great, and my back feels better than it did when I was 30. On top of that, they’ve just installed a brand new heating system. This is also the first time in my life that I’ve enjoyed getting up at 5:00 in the morning!


I walked the circuit of Minute Maid Park with my camera before the All Star Game, hoping for some good pictures. It was so crowded, however, that I couldn’t even get a clear short of the field. The ushers were doing their jobs this time and not letting anyone down an aisle unless they produced a ticket with the correct seat number. So . . . I clicked away at the fan clothing — a much wider variety of names than at a regular Astros’ game.

Chinese Sense of Humour

I’ve just read this article on the BBC website. This part has me laughing out loud:

Australia’s Foreign Affairs Minister, Senator Gareth Evans, once famously told the then-governor of Hong Kong, Chris Patten, whose family pet dog was missing that he should check the nearest Chinese restaurant.

”They’ll turn it into hors-d’oeuvres for Deng Xiaoping, who I am told eats four puppies a day,” he said.

Fortunately the senator was spared any serious repercussions as his comments were greeted with a very-undiplomatic sense of humour.

The Chinese embassy in Canberra stated: “We are unable to comment on Mr Deng’s culinary habits, but four puppies a day seems a little excessive.”

Good-bye and Good luck, Jimy

The All Star Game was a blast until the top of the first inning when Roger Clemens gave up six runs. The National League never recovered, and nor did the partisan crowd. Just for the record, I’d like to make it clear that when Jimy Williams was announced as one of the coaches, John and I did not boo him. We cheered. I watched the game (yes, I taped it!) last night on television, and the look on his face when the Astros fans booed him was more than I could bear.

Yesterday, as expected, Mr. Williams was fired as the Astros’ manager, along with the batting and pitching coaches. Someone had to go. The Astros have one of the best teams in Baseball right now, and they’re more than ten games out of first. With the exception of Craig Biggio, they’re all lacking spark. A change had to be made.

Good luck to Jimy in his next job, and even more luck to Phil Garner, our new manager. The second half of the Astros’ season begins tomorrow. We need to start winning. Please? Please? Please?

All Star Game

The big day is here. My first ever All Star Game. Habershons and other loyal UK readers, it will be on Channel 5 from 12:40 a.m. until 4 a.m. (What a lot of channels you get now. There were only three when I left England.)

Look out for me and John in the tenth row behind the NL Bullpen. I’ll be wearing a brick red Astros’ shirt and … a cowboy hat! John will be clutching an IPAQ. Occupying the seats next to us will be two of my favourite online Fantasy Baseball friends.

This is our view.

By the way, you should cheer for the National League. Yes, even you, Charlie (@#$* br@>e$ fan).