Yeah, I voted for Proposition One -- closed my eyes, held my
nose, crossed my fingers and then baaaaaa-ed like the pathetic
sheep I am. I guess when it came right down to it, I didn't want
the Astros to go, and I'm not that much of a baseball fan.  I
could find a few other justifications: I make it a policy to
vote for anything Barry Klein is against -- that's about
everything, right? -- and besides, my inner life is so
attenuated that I could actually imagine myself having fun
whiling away a summer afternoon in a cozy little downtown
ballpark.  Perhaps you had other reasons, if you were among the
slim majority of 300,000 or so county residents who voted to
give Drayton McLane a stadium and let the county proceed with
whatever-it-is-they're-gonna-do to the Astrodome. Among the
handful of people I spoke to who admitted to voting for
Proposition One, the reasoning usually ran along these lines:
Every other big city is doing it; if we don't we'll lose another
sports franchise; I don't want to live in a town with