Alright, alright, let’s talk about this Jose Altuve fella and his house, ya hear? Folks keep askin’ about it, so I figured I’d spill the beans, the way I see it.
Jose Altuve, that baseball player, right? The one always hittin’ the ball and runnin’ around. Well, he’s got himself a home in Houston, Texas. Big city, that Houston. Not like our little town, that’s for sure. His place, they say it’s modern. Fancy, I reckon. Means it probably ain’t got no creaky floors or drafty windows like my old place.
- They say it’s big, too. Seven thousand somethin’. Square feet, I guess. That’s a whole lotta room, more than a body needs, if you ask me. But hey, he’s a famous fella, gotta have space for all them trophies and such.
- Now, he ain’t livin’ there all alone. He’s got a wife, Giannina, they call her. And two little girls. Cute as buttons, I bet. They all stick together, real close-like. Good, wholesome family, that’s what I like to see.
- And wouldn’t ya know it, he’s got a brother too. Carlos. They grew up together, these boys. Probably played ball in the dirt just like my grandkids do. Family’s important, y’know. Keeps ya grounded, even when you’re all famous and such.
They say Altuve and his wife, they’re real religious folks. Christian, they call it. Good for them. Keeps ’em on the straight and narrow, I guess. Helps ’em raise them little girls right. That’s important in this world, raising kids right.
This house of his, it ain’t just any old house, mind you. They got people, decorators they call ’em, who come in and make it all pretty. Pick out the furniture and the curtains and all that fancy stuff. Me, I just put a quilt on the sofa and call it a day. But these folks, they got a whole different way of doin’ things.
Now, Altuve, he’s been playin’ for the Houston Astros for a long time. More than ten years, they say. That’s a long time to be doin’ anything, let alone hittin’ a ball and runnin’ around. He must be good at it, I reckon. Folks wouldn’t keep him around if he wasn’t. And playin’ for that long, well, he’s probably made enough money to buy a whole bunch of houses. But he sticks with this one in Houston, seems like.
Pearland, Texas, that’s where his house is at. A suburb, they call it. Means it’s kinda outside the city, not right smack-dab in the middle of all the hustle and bustle. Probably got some trees and grass, maybe even a few chickens clucking around. Okay, maybe not chickens, but you get the picture. A little bit of peace and quiet, that’s what a body needs.
And that stadium where he plays, Minute Maid Park they call it, that’s like his second home I guess. He spends a lot of time there, under those bright lights, with all them people yellin’ and cheerin’. It’s a different kind of livin’, that’s for sure. Not like sittin’ on the porch, sippin’ sweet tea and watchin’ the sun go down.
Jose Altuve, he started out playin’ ball way down in Venezuela. Hit .343, they say. That’s pretty good, even if I don’t know nothin’ about baseball numbers. He was just a young fella then, probably full of beans and dreams. And look at him now, livin’ in a big fancy house in Texas, with a wife and kids and a brother close by. He done alright for himself, that boy.
So that’s the story, as far as I can tell. Jose Altuve, his house, his family, his baseball. He’s a lucky man, I reckon. Got a good life, a good home. And that’s all a body can really ask for, ain’t it? A place to lay your head, folks to love, and somethin’ to keep you busy. That’s the good life, right there.
So next time you see him hittin’ that ball, just remember, he’s got a home to go back to. A real nice one, sounds like. And that’s somethin’ to be thankful for, no matter who you are.
Tags: Jose Altuve, Houston Astros, Pearland Texas, Minute Maid Park, Family, Modern Home, Baseball, Venezuelan Summer League, Christian
