There is a special kind of stupid that emanates from downtown Houston.
When I was a kid in the 60’s it was a wondrous place. I still remember the original scoreboard when there was a home run. When I was an adult in the 80’s it was a cold concrete stadium with lousy sight lines, way to steep stairs (dangerous) and private sky boxes that were jokes.
The only thing ever note worthy was the original scoreboard with the raging bulls and six shooters. Blow it up or let 100% private bucks take any resurrection risk.