Olson leads off with another double.
Somebody grounds out 4-3, Olson advances to 3rd.
Chapman up, and surprise! he punishes us again with a triple to RF.
Mighty Boog Powell singles to LF and drives in Chapman.
Now Morton throws away the pick-off and Powell goes all the way to 3rd because of the immense foul territory. Might have been more White's fault than Morton. Either way, it sucks. This is fundamental shit.
Phegley walks on a 3-2 checked swing that could have gone either way.
Oh, goody, Semien's up with runners on 1st and 3rd. 95% of all of his hits this season have come against the Astros. And he finally does us a favor with a checked swing bouncer back to the mound, but Morton fucks it up and can't make the play at the plate. Another run scores, Phegley moves to 2nd, Semien at 1st.
Joyce strikes out. I'll bet he feels like an idiot.
Lowrie nails Centeno on the side of the head with his follow-through, which is just what we need. And now he's leaving the game. Fuck. Here comes Stassi. Lowrie finally strikes out.
A's leads 3-0 after 2. Morton at 53 pitches. Good thing it's not a double-header today.
Hey, guess what? Fucking Indians won again today. Yeah, I know: not much of a surprise.