I hate Texas. Every single time I come here something bad happens.
Now I have dragged someone else into the misery that is this state. To fully understand this you must have some background on the events that have caused my intense dislike:
1998: Food poisoning at the Sun Bowl
2002: UHaul blows a tire 50 miles outside of El Paso
2003: Hospital visit due to strep while in Houston for a wedding
2008: Hurricane Ike while in Dallas for work
2011: Tornado while at the Texas Rangers Game
Our day started off pleasant enough...we hit the road from New Orleans early this morning and headed west. We got to the hotel about 4:30, which was plenty of time to change and head back out towards Ranger Ballpark, where we had tickets to watch the Rangers host the White Sox.
Here are some photos taken before things got nuts:
All of a sudden we noticed that the sky that had been slightly overcast was starting to look ominous. There seemed to be a wall of thunderstorms moving quickly across the area where the ballpark was. At the top of the third inning the announcer came over the PA system and said that anyone sitting in the upper levels (we were) was required to move down to a lower level and find a seat due to severe weather in the area. We though this was pretty awesome since the seats we ended up in were on the ground level about ten rows behind home plate. We were thoroughly enjoying our complimentary seat upgrade!
Before we knew it it started to rain--hard. So we headed back up from our new seats to the concession area to seek shelter and wait out the storm. At this point the tarp was over the baseball diamond to protect it from the elements and the game was temporarily on hold. After waiting approximately forty-five minutes we headed back towards the field because it appeared that the rain was stopping and there was a chance that the game would still be a go. Unfortunately things just got worse and we were ordered to evacuate the stadium and head to the basement, which is where the locker rooms are. So there we are, thousands of people, just hanging out. We were under evacuation orders between thirty and forty five minutes.
The photos below were taken from the gates of the ballpark before we were ordered to evacuate.
Once we emerged from the ballpark we hightailed it to the car (which was thankfully where we had left it) and hauled ass back to the hotel. We contemplated driving to Phoenix this evening to get out of this hell hole.
In all seriousness, we will hit the road tomorrow towards Albuquerque. One has never been so happy at the thought of going to New Mexico.