We went down to San Francsico for some family time and, naturally, we timed it to coincide with the Astros series. We sat in the front row behind the Astros dugout for one game and I was able to shower Jose Cruz with adulation from close range (see above). Sissy "Ausmus Foul Ball Magnet" Suarez caught yet another souvenir off the bat of the hunky catcher. Later in the game, Cheo was standing on the dugout steps positioning the outfielders. Overcome with love, I grabbed Carole's leg and whispered, "Look at him direct those fielders. He's awesome." Then, for reasons I cannot explain, I stood up and yelled that he was the greatest Puerto Rican player ever. In Spanish. He, too, momentarily forgot about Roberto Clemente, ducked into the dugout, came back with a ball and tossed it to me.