Disastros

My first mistake was rooting for the Astros. In my lifetime, I’ve seen these guys play over 100 games in person and countless performances on television. I know how these guys work, I’ve seen them in tight situations before and let me tell you, it’s never pretty. The scenario usually pans out like this, down by 2, bottom of the ninth. If there is one out, Biggio comes up and hits into a double play; two outs demands Bagwell to swing at the first three pitches with all of his might and then shuffle back to the dugout with his head down. Last night he even threw his bat at the dugout after a strikeout. My point is these guys are the last team I’m counting on to come through in a clutch moment.

Last night presented many of those, at least 7 innings worth. I haven’t read all of the stats, but my memory is pretty damn good when it comes to Disastro debacles. After we blew the lead in the 5^th it was still a game. We scored once in the 8^th and that ball game was over. With a tie score we were afforded 12 free bases, 11 walks and 1 player hit by pitch. In the six innings to follow, the Lastros were NO HIT by the remainder of the Chi Sox pitching staff. We left countless players on base and had an opportunity to win in every extra inning but did nothing. It was despicable. The Astros didn’t even swing at the ball. They just stood there with it on their bats on the shoulder. The team captains, Bagwell and Biggio were there typical unreliable selves. The third Killer B, Berkman, was non-existent after the fifth and the FOX dubbed ‘Killer T’, Willy Taveras, is my new least favorite Astro after his pathetic exhibition. Any way, Astros were disgusting last night and I’ll leave it at that.

The game lasted until 2:30 am EST. I slept on Jenn and Kari’s couch and here I am now at work. My looks depict the rough night I endured. My clothes are the same I wore yesterday, only more wrinkled. I haven’t shaven in…too long. My hair is everywhere and my eyes are bloodshot. As far as the office can tell, I’m coming off an all night crack binge which in many ways is indirectly true. The only thing holding me together right now is my Starbucks coffee and Pumpkin Spice donut.

The ‘stros have a chance to save face tonight and avoid a sweep. Personally, I think its better to lose tonight instead of prolonging the pain of being an Astros fan. It’s been a good playoff season for Houston. Thanks for the painful memories. Best of luck to you Space City.