Astros don’t sweep the Cubs but take the series after losing final game.
Cubs 5 Astros 4
WP: Marmol (3 -3)
LP: Ambriz (1 – 1)
by Sphinx Drummond
Well this is it, the last recap for the Houston Astros 2012 season. A season full of things to forget and very few to remember. And it has fallen upon my narrow and bony shoulders to put the cherry on top of the crap-fudge sundae of a season that was 2012. Time to lay it down and put it to rest. I guess it’s also my job to try to pull the covers up and over the face of the dead National League Houston Astros. For those who cared or paid attention, it was a glorious 51 year run. The road was bumpy along the way for sure, but between those bumps being an Astro fan was one of the greatest things life has to offer a person.
With one game left to play the symmetry of the numbers was compelling. One more win and the franchise would have a nice even 4,000 wins in its NL history. One win and the ball club would leave the NL the way it came in — with a sweep of the Cubs. And one more win — the lowly 2012 Astros would equal the win total of the 2011 Astros — something that seemed impossible back in August.
With Travis Wood on the mound for Chicago, the Astros got the scoring started in the first on a Carlos Corporan single that scored Matt Dominguez. The Cubs tied it up in the second inning with a solo shot by some guy named LaHair. The Astros had pitched 28 consecutive scoreless innings before LaHair’s homer. Astro starter Edgar Gonzales got himself in trouble in the fourth allowing three runs, and had his season end by giving up a two run single to the opposing pitcher Travis Wood.
Speaking of Wood, he pitched a very good game and was relived by Jaye “The Crying Game” Chapman who got the last two outs in the top of the 7th inning. Down to the last six out in their NL history, with nothing to play for other than pride and some quirky numbers, the Astros managed a comeback in the 8th with a game tying three run homer off the bat of Justin Maxwell, his 18th of the season. A momentary glimmer of hope had returned to the Astros faithful.
It was short lived though, some guy named LaHair hit a walk-off single in the bottom of the ninth. A disappointing end to a disappointing season. The Cubs celebrated on the field as the game was won, acting not like they just lost their final series of the year but had instead won something special. Fuck them. I can’t stand them. I can’t believe I once liked them.
I was arrested for disturbing the peace
But, hey, I was disturbing the war
I was waving a small white handkerchief
Singing “please don’t fight no more.”
In 1968 Bobby Reed’s dad took me, Bobby, and Danny Edwards to a ballgame at the Astrodome. It was against the Cubs but we didn’t care. We had field box seats. I had never sat so close. Three rows above the third base dugout. We got there a half hour before game time, so I had the idea to take my game program and lean over the roof of the dugout and hand the program to anyone in the dugout and ask for an autograph. Cub outfielder Jim Hickman, responded, “sure kid,” and disappeared. Within a few seconds some kill-joy slack vampire of an usher shooed me off of the dugout roof. I pleaded with him to let me wait but to no avail. He told me to go stand at the end of the dugout and maybe they’ll get my program back to me there.
Well, Mr Hickman eventually found me, said, “here you go kid,” and he turned and walked away before I could even say thanks. When I sat down I started looking at the program and noticed more than a few players had signed it and most next to their picture in the program. Fergie Jenkins, Bill Hands, Phil Regan, Billy Williams, Ron Santo, Don Kessinger, Glenn Beckert, Joe Niekro, Randy Hundley, and Ernie “let’s play two” Banks. four eventual Hall of Famers. For a while it became a prized possession and endeared me to the Cubs for a few years.
I lost that game program sometime during on of my many moves in the 80s. Also in the 80s while living in St. Louis, I started developing a hatred for the Cubs. That hate grew more when they became a division rival and became full bore by the time the Clown was doing his circus show at the Wrigley Big Top.
I was taken to court in a city of gold
Where silence is a sure sign of guilt
And you can’t speak out in your own defense
Or be heard over worlds being built
And the trial was a farce as befitted a place
Where comedy and tragedy share the same face
The judge read the verdict, a curtain was raised
An audience roared out in praise.
If you’ve been able to remain an Astros fan through this miserable course of a season, don’t fucking quit now. Sure the move sucks, I hate it too, really I do. I fucking hate it. Really hate it. But not only have I followed them this year at their shittiest point in their history, I have followed them since they started playing MLB ball in Houston, long before I knew or cared who Bud Selig, or Drayton McLane, or Jim Crane, were. Fuck them.
Not that there is anything wrong with it but I will not let those butt-chomping cocksuckers and their avaricious hunger take my team, take my joy. Those greedy bastards just don’t have the power. Sure Selig and McLane dropped their drawers and took turns shitting and pissing on Astro history and tradition, all while Crane held their dicks, wiped their asses and administered reach a-rounds, but fuck them. Shit and piss washes off.
I’m quite sure if the franchise had begun in the AL, it would not have made a difference to little 6 year old Sphinxy, I’m not going to let it make a difference to 56 year old Sphinx.
I was put in a cell for the whole afterlife
But my mind was just as free as can be
Somebody said, “just your body’s enchained”
And you can guess how that encouraged me
So I wandered and roamed for the rest of my days
I was clearing my name, I was apportioning blame
When I woke up, it was all a dream, all was well
When I woke up, I woke up in my cell
Sometimes I’m Gandhi, sometimes I’m a sexy beast. Most of the time I don’t know. Thanks for allowing me to rant every Wednesday night/Thursday morning. I’m honored to be included with Ron, Neil, Reuben, BudGirl, Mr Happy, and the others who did recaps this year. Onward into the void.