Sitting in the hotel, dueling laptops with Nate, 0.93 mi from the Ballpark … Gotta make sure we jump on the right trolley — one wrong move and we could be spending the afternoon at the original Six Flags instead of a double-digit strikeout performance from the Flying Venezuelan … Ticket strategy: check the “free market” around the park, then see what the box office has … however, we left Jim (aka, “The Negotiator”) at the Houston airport, so our confidence in being able to max out our ticket dollar is somewhat diminished … However, a ticket to yesterday’s Cards-’Stros tilt, which the legit “scalper” in the tent outside Minute Maid assured us was sold out, was best obtained at the box office (upper-deck seats behind home plate, non-obscured view: $12) … good thing Santana is hurling today, which would otherwise be fairly anticlimactic after the first two games of the trip.