I’m writing your obituary today, much like the Houston Chronicle did that one year, in efforts that maybe you’ll wake the heck up and start living up to the potential and hopes you talk about day after day. I realize all teams have their ups and downs, and without the likes of the “Killer B’s” left (except Lance), it’s a harder road to hoe. Sure, el Caballo can hit (occasionally), Tay-hay (Tejada) has been trying to keep the ‘Stros a-float, and the Wizard finally pitched a decent game. However, the bottom line is you’re not getting it done, boys. Though I’m not one to cheer in just “fair weather”, boys, you’re making your fans grumpy. How can I blog decently when you act this way? I nicknamed you the heart-attack astros [and am sticking with it] a long time ago because you’re notorious for surprising us when all hope is lost. C’mon…have your heart attack and die, then let’s have a rebirth again! It’s a new set of good guys (some b’s – mostly workers), and we still bee-lieve!
Rest In Peace
Born 1965- * (?)
Died April 18, 2008
pride of houston
love to play
all day long
you suck eggs this year
balls flying in the stands from
astros’ pitchers one after another
loving houston the other teams do
like a long lost puppy that no one wants anymore.
(and, yes, there’s an acrostic [poem] above…I can’t help myself. Uh-oh, watch out…I may start singing now. LOL!)
It’s a Rockie weekend…1 down (boo!), 2 to go! 😀
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*narrator’s voice cheers from the back of the room* This post is sponsored by the letters, T, P and L and the number 42 (and the retired #5 of the Houston Astros). This post is also brought to you in honor of the current theme at NaBloPoMo [link: Blogrolls /April] for more information).