…and I wish I’d never come back.
Drama doesn’t go away just because I escaped for the weekend. High school is petty and I hate it.
I LOVE DENVER and its surrounding areas. I can’t wait for ten months to move there.
I spent HOURS at Colorado Mills. Sports Authority, Denver Autograph Co., with a little Bath & Body Works thrown in there for a little spice (har har *dodges rotten tomatoes*). I talked to some very wonderful people, including someone who actually has the same name as I do.
I WANT TO GET AWAY FROM THIS.
On to real news:
Girls, eyes off the pretty Matty and on the text, please. That’s right, kiddos. Matt Holliday will never again don a Rockies jersey. As much as I hate to see him go, he’s a Scott Boras client and it would have been rough for him and the team to get a contract his agent would be okay with. Besides, I LOOOOOVE Huston Street and would really appreciate the chance to get a picture with him now that he’ll be playing in the Superior Circuit.
At least they didn’t trade Tulo.
Yesterday I wandered around downtown, took a ride on the light rail, and hugged poor, empty, beautiful Coors Field. I navigated with a map (SHOCKER) and didn’t get lost. But then I had to come home and that pretty much sucked.
I think I might change my blog’s focus at the start of next season and not wait until I actually physically move to Denver to change it. Got a great title ready!
I hope everyone’s having a good offseason, and go Astros/Rox.
I started out by watching some back episodes of Bones on Hulu. I LOVE BONES, but the particular episode I watched was about a child, so that made me very sad. And then I read that Casey Weathers has to have Tommy John surgery. He’s a Rox prospect who was playing in the AFL with Michael McKenry, who is blogging AFL for the Rox. Keep Casey in your prayers, thoughts, good vibes, or what have you.
I still haven’t watched playoffs. Been too busy watching the Texans WIN A GAME and the Cowboys get blown up and ToRo breaking his pinky.
…as I am sitting on a friend’s floor with power and using someone’s wireless connection that they’ve left unsecured.
Still no cable. I’m not terribly far from my house and obviously the
whole city was affected by the hurricane. Only bunny ears with just
CBS, so at least I can watch NCIS and some news. No FSN or My20, or
even ESPN. But I’ve got Internet!
So who saw Fausto Carmona and Gary Sheffield’s reenactment of the Nolan
Ryan-Robin Ventura conflagration? If you didn’t, have no fear–I have
Matt Joyce is officially one of my new favorite players because not
only does he wear amazing socks, but he simply dove to the ground and
covered his head and neck with his arms when the fight became too
much. Makes a girl want to dash in and rescue him, and then hug him
and make him some chamomile tea.
Uhhh the Astros won! And the Rockies got their booties kicked.
And that’s it for now, I guess. Going to the game Tuesday.
…into a part of North Texas in which I have Internet and power.
Unfortunately there is no FSN, but that might be a good thing given the Astros’ recent performance. It was enough to check the score on the computer. Nobody really wants to watch their team get crushed by the MARLINS. I mean, really.
The worst part is that it seems that every time the Astros win, the Rockies lose. It’s like I have to sacrifice one team’s win for another team’s. I was okay with that when they were playing each other, but not so much now.
Oh, and by the way, the Marlins are ONE GAME BEHIND THE ASTROS IN THE WILD CARD RACE. Non mi piace (or no me gusta… got to work on that Spanish again).
I don’t really have much else to say. I can’t expect Backe, who hasn’t been able to get in contact with family and friends since the, oh, I don’t know, HURRICANE to be able to pitch a good game. I know they won’t use it as an excuse but COME ON. The island is freaking underwater. I think it works just fine as an excuse.
…ought to just about cover it.
We still haven’t got power. I’m mooching off a friend’s electricity and Internet right now, because I was going a bit stir-crazy. Driving’s pretty hard–you have to know exactly where you’re going because if you don’t there might be a tree in your way and you’re screwed. Power and cable lines are down all the heck over the place and there are branches in the road and there’s not water anywhere anymore except maybe in people’s houses.
So for the last few days I’ve been sitting in a (thankfully) naturally air-conditioned home reading the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich in backwards order starting with eleven and taking occasional walks.
However, you know what the Astros have been doing?
Not only were they screwed into playing, essentially, home games for the Cubs, but they got NO-HIT. OH MY GOD. When we finally got the paper yesterday I took a Sharpie and drew all over that giant picture of Carlos Zambrano. UUGGGHHH as if I didn’t hate the Cubs and Big Z enough. I mean, I hate the Red Sox but I was really excited and proud of Jon Lester when he had his no-no. But I REALLY HATE THE CUBS. Mostly Big Z because once he was batting against Roy Oswalt and he struck out and he broke his bat over his knee… which was really dumb…
If the airports were open I swear I would have used my free flights and flown out to Milwaukee to scream for my ‘Stros. I swear.
And, oh and, the ROCKIES KEEP LOSING. I am getting SO impatient with my teams.
In other news…
– some epic disappointment. Honestly, people never cease to surprise me, and sometimes I really wish they would.
– Don, I don’t know you if you read my blog–I doubt you do–but if you happen to, good luck, man.
– I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO WATCH BASEBALL!
That is all.
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.
So how am I still standing?
It was a rough weekend for me, because in a house, nay, city full of Astros fans I was sitting alone in my room watching the Rockies lose twice. It was the saddest thing to watch Jeff Francis pitch so spectacularly and get a loss, especially because he’s on my fantasy team and I have no room for error as I battle it out for the seventh place spot.
On the positive side, the Astros really pulled it together. Impressive pinch hits from Darin (♥) and David Newhan helped out a lot, and fantastic pitching by MY LOVE THE ONE AND ONLY JACK CASSEL (more on him later). Brad Hawpe had a bunch of very key hits, and Jeff and Ubaldo (not so much Jorge) pitched fantastic games.
On the downside, Wandy’s hurt. That can’t be good. Troy Trevor has gone like, a week without a homer, and is 1-for-14 since his last home run. Manny Corpas still sucks, and Jorge de la Rosa is Mr. Inconsistent.
JACK CASSEL TIME!!!!
Pretty much if you’ve ever read this blog you know of my love for Jack Cassel. If you don’t, here’s a little backstory of my adoration of no. 20.
I met Jack at Spring Training this last year. I had no idea who he was when he signed my hat (other than he was ADORABLE, and still is), so when I got back to the hotel I checked the Astros’ roster. Turns out he went to Loyola Marymount University, which is one of the colleges I was looking at at the time. I asked him about it the next day and he provided no resounding endorsement, and we chatted as he signed random items for other people. Long story short, he is such a sweetheart, and he and his brother both had a collective big day yesterday. Tom Brady went down and Matt Cassel, Jack’s little bro who has been Brady’s backup for four years, came in and took over the game (and the Patriots won). Wandy went down and Jack took over, and the Astros won. And there’s another Cassel brother, Justin, who is in the White Sox system right now. And, and, there’s more. You know it’s not important unless The Dugout has done a piece on it, and guess what? They have. And it’s hilarious and well-written. And if you don’t yet read The Dugout, you should.
So enough gushing about Jack Cassel. How about we gush about Troy Tulowitzki?
Nah, I won’t subject my non-existant readers to more of that than I already have–except to say that he has a LOT of weird tics, like pushing his jersey up all the time.
So all in all, it was a mediocre weekend that resulted in my heart being ripped in twain by the Boys in Purple and the Boys in Red.
Thursday I’m going to the game and I’m hoping I’ll get a chance to talk to Jack :]
Until then, keep it spiffy.