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Game Log: 10 September 2008

I hadn’t been planning on going to this game so I bought a last-minute Outfield Deck ticket on astros.com.  Instead of the $7 it would have been at the window, it was almost $18, but well worth it because the extra $11 meant I didn’t have to wait in the will-call line.  Once again I took the train downtown, which is actually only $1 and six blocks’ walk (and parking is $5 at cheapest).

I dashed through the Crawford Boxes to look for balls lying around but there were none, so I headed over to right field because Brian Moehler, a righty, was pitching for the ‘Stros.  I caught nothing but I got to watch as Jeff Karstens tried to toss a ball to a kid who dropped it seven or eight times before Jeff gave up and put it in his hand.  Brandon Moss gave a ball to a little boy without even being asked–it was sweet.

Then I went over for autographs and tried to get close to the dugout because Mark “I-hit-a-homer-on-the-first-Major-League-pitch-I-ever-saw” Saccomanno was signing, but I couldn’t make it.  The girl next to me kept yelling at a stretching Hunter to come sign something, but the guys who are stretching almost never sign.  Somehow he actually came over and signed for a few minutes, and as he signed my hat I looked up at him and said, “I know you don’t remember but at spring training you signed a shirt for my niece, and it made her father really happy” and he laughed and said something to the tune of “I’m glad to hear it.”  He’s a cutie, even if he is apparently dating a Playboy bunny.

The game itself was pretty much amazing.  I sat in my favorite section, the section on the very edge of the third-base side upper deck.  It’s awesome because the train is right below you, and if the roof is open you have an unrestricted view of downtown.  I screamed for Miggy’s grand salami, and I went downstairs to the row behind the bullpen for the last few innings.  It was fun and I actually lost my voice.

I know I was a huge Negative Nancy about the Astros this season, but seriously, guys, really?  Could this actually happen?

In other news…

– the Rockies SUCK.  I don’t understand.  They were doing so well *bursts into tears*
– Hurricane Ike (or, more appropriately, Ick) is actually physically going to eat us.  The Cubs games for this weekend have been postponed.
– I also went last night, so I’ll post that post right after I finish this one.

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Who are you…

…and what have you done with the 2007 Astros?

And most importantly–what do you want in return?  Because surely you couldn’t just give a city in despair something as valuable as this 2008 team and not want anything back.

Brian Moehler.  After sitting through 16 innings of tied game against the Mets last year, I resented this man for the two runs he gave up.  We lost.  But last night was a different story–I cannot believe how well he did.  Snaps for Brian!

Lance Berkman.  The man has put the slow-start-curse far, far, far behind him.

Miguel Tejada.  I knew he was good… but I didn’t know he was quite this good.

Hunter Pence.  Has hit.  His stride.  And his socks.  Are sexy.

José Valverde.  I think he is back for real.

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Where Is He Now?

Today, we will visit Mike Lamb, ex-Astros third baseman/utility player/all-around beast, current Minnesota Twins third baseman.

Yeah, maybe his average is lower than it’s been any time soon, but I really wish we had signed him instead of Mark Loretta.  I like his style.  He’s like a skinny Lance Berkman.

And, because you knew it was coming… random baseball-related ramblings.

TULO GOT HURT.  OH MY GOD.  He tore a tendon and is out until August… whatever shall I do?

Brian Bannister has beautiful eyes.

I’m addicted to TWIB now.

I think that’s it for now.  No, really.