Hi. I remain in Dallas writing up the past week and preparing for the great adventure. I discussed the trip with a Mexican here. I enquired whether he judged it dangerous.
"Dangerous, no," he said. "Crazy? Definitely."
Don took me to my first baseball match in the evening. The Dallas field resembles a Spanish bull ring, layers of arches on the outside while, once inside, it is high teck with every imaginable fast food and beer stall occupying a spacious lobby that circles the tiers of seats.
Guys carrying ice coolers of cold beer and sodas continually walk the aisles yet no one appeared unpleasantly drunk or agressive. To the contrary, the atmosphere was oddly intimate, a few thousand friends getting together to enjoy each other's company.
The Rangers naturally harvested the loudest cheers, however there was no animosity towards the Orioles. A good play, no matter from which team, earned applause. I was reminded of a county cricket match (though this was less boisterous than the final or semi-final of a one day competition). And always the Texas hallmark of courtesy and consideration...I shudder at the thought of that much alcohol being so easily available at a football match in the UK.