Houston 3
Baltimore 4

contributed by NeilT

Houston has now played 36 games. There’s some magic in the number 36. It’s 22.2222% of the season. It’s 6 squared. If I add 3 and 6 I get 9, which is the number of innings in most baseball games.

Because it was kind of magical—not like a 7, but kind of—I thought about checking in on Miss Lola, just to get some sense of the numbers. I emailed her and she said she was busy counting votes on the human rights ordinance, and wouldn’t really have time to talk until after the city council vote on Wednesday. I don’t know whether she’s for the ordinance or against it. I guess she hangs out at that gay bar, and maybe that means she’s for it, but she really doesn’t dress like a liberal. She always dresses like a lady.

She did tell me in the email that yeah, this team is not the small-garden-shed burner I had hoped it would be, but that it’s not really much worse than last year. Last year the team had a winning percentage of .315. This year through 36 games it’s .314. The team OPS for 2013 was .674, this year it’s .656. The team ERA was 4.79, this year so far it’s 4.91. Get this: Miss Lola pointed out that the team fielding percentage has actually improved: .982 to .979. That made me feel a lot better.

It was nice to have Feldman back as the starter. He pitched a fine 6 innings, and left with the game tied 2-2. Williams gave up 2 runs in the 7th and the final score was 3-4. Dominguez had a nice night, with a double and a single on 3 at-bats. Karter had a home run in the 7th to tie it, and no Ks. The Stros made their final run in the 9th, and for a brief shining moment in the 9th I once again had hope, but then Karter GIDPd, and Springer Kd.

Astros 6 Tigers 2

contributed by Mr. Happy

Managing to avoid a sweep and ending another losing streak, the Good Guys rode home runs from George Springer (his first big league home run), Carlos Corporan and Matt Dominguez and the left arm of Dallas Keuchel in the win over Detroit, snapping their long win streak. Dallas Keuchel has turned into a consistent starting pitcher, going 7.2 innings, scattering six hits and striking out seven, and walking none. Keuchel employed a very effective curve ball into the kitchen of right-handed hitters, which was a new angle for him.

The bottom four hitters in the Astros lineup went 6-13 with three home runs, scoring all six runs, having six of the eight Astros hits and driving in four of the runs. For one of the few times this season, the Astros had more walks (four) than strikeouts (three). Anthony Bass came into the game at a critical juncture, facing the vaunted Miguel Cabrera as the tying run, retiring Cabrera on a groundball to end the eighth inning.

The Good Guys travel to Baltimore to face the Orioles in a three game series. Come check us out in the Game Zone.

Tigers beat Astros 3-2 and claim best record in MLB

contributed by Sphinx Drummond

BOX

Everybody who read the Jungle Book
Knows that Rikki Tikki Tavi’s a mongoose who kills snakes
When I was a young man I was led to believe
There were organizations to kill my snakes for me
i.e. the church, i.e. the government, i.e. the school
But when I got a little older I learned I had to kill them myself

One advantage of being an Astros fan is that one never has to check the league standings to see how well the Astros are doing. Until recently the Astros were getting some strong competition from the Diamondbacks and Cubs for the worst place award. Now they sit all alone in last place. However, if one were to look at the record of the last 10 games played, one would see that the Braves and Rangers have only won 2 of their last 10, while the Astros have won 3 of their last 10. Which doesn’t mean much other than the fact that the Braves and Rangers have been shittier for the past 10 games they’ve played than the Astros have been in their last 10 games played.

The Tigers wasted no time, scoring 2 runs in the bottom of the 1st inning. Kinsler led off, took the free pass offered by Peacock and scored two batters later on Cabrera’s 2 run homer to right field. The homerun was about six inches too far for Springer to get to. For a game of inches, the Astros constantly come up a few too short. And that’s not a knock on Altuve.

The Astros got a run back in the third when Gonzalez hit a double, moved to third on Altuve’s fly out to right, and scored on a Fowler ground out. The Tigers extended the lead by a run in the sixth with a solo shot by Victor Martinez. The Astros did pull within one run in the seventh after Krauss’ double, he advanced to third on a single by Dominguez, and scored on a Gonzalez single.

Peacock didn’t pitch badly but it’s almost like a guy has to throw a shutout to get a win.

The Astros have a knack of scoring less than the team they are playing and that is not conducive to winning. If the Astros score 7 the other team will have 11, if they score 2 the other team will have 3.

Rikki Tikki Tavi, mongoose is gone
Won’t be coming around for to kill your snakes no more my love
Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone

The Astros regroup Thursday for a Businessman’s Special at 12:08CT with Kuechel (2-2) facing off against Smyly (2-1).

Attendance – 26207
Game Time – 3:06
Temperature – 57

SEA 8, uh, HOU 7

Submitted by Reuben

There’s not a whole lot to say about the Astros’ Sunday loss at the hands of their ancient rivals, the Mariners, that wasn’t already said by Ron Brand in his write-up of Saturday’s game. The Astros’ pitching staff put the team in a big hole, and the offense, surprisingly, came very close to climbing all the way out of it. But close only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades, and maybe depth charges, which come to think of it might have been the perfect thing to fight the Mariners with; in any case, it didn’t compel the commissioner of the American League (whoever that is) to award the Astros the victory.

The trouble started early for Collin McHugh, who gave up an unearned run in the 1st after cHRis Karter kouldn’t handle his slightly-off-target pickoff throw, allowing the baserunner to advance all the way to 3rd, later scoring on a groundout to a drawn-in cHRis Karter, who for some reason did not throw the ball home. Perhaps he just really wanted to tag out Robinson Cano.

The wheels really fell off McHugh’s wagon in the 3rd, when he allowed a walk, 2 doubles, a triple, and 2 singles, plating 4 more runs for the scurvy SEA-dogs. The 5 hits in that inning equaled the total number allowed by McHugh in his first two starts for the Astros. It got better only relatively from there, as McHugh and long/mop-up man Jerome Williams allowed 3 more runs combined over the next 5 frames.

They would prove to be vital insurance for the M’s, however, as the Houston bats got mad as hell and weren’t gonna take it anymore, again (?). Jonathan Villar is now your team leader in Home Runs after going deep for the 2nd straight game. Jason Castro had a nice night, going 2-4 with a Run, RBI, and a walk, as did Alex Presley, who doubled and homered. In total the home team banged out 4 doubles and 2 homers.

The latest addition to the revolving-lefty-reliever-carousel, Darin Downs, tossed a scoreless 9th inning in his Astro debut, allowing for some drama in the bottom of the frame – Castro singled in Altuve with 2 outs to draw them within 1 and bring the winning run to the plate in form of Matt “Closah Killah” Dominguez. This time, though, it was the Astros’ bid for a series win that got murdered, as Matty D struck out on a 96-mph “rising” fastball to snuff the rally, permanently.

box score

Mariners 9, Astros 8

W: Iwakuma (1-0)
L: Keuchel (2-2)
SV: Rodney (7)

The needs of the marketing department clashed with an uncompromising calendar Saturday, as the Astros held their annual Cinco de Mayo celebration on Tres de Mayo. Just like their season, close is the best you can hope for these days.

Keuchel and Iwakuma dueled through the first five innings and Houston had a 2-0 lead going to the sixth. The Astros claimed the lead in the third, on a single-triple-sac fly run by Gonzalez, Villar and Altuve. Non-Mexicans, all. Oh, the irony.

In the sixth, Romero tripled and was driven in by Cano’s single. Keuchel later said that he’d started to feel sluggish in the sixth and in the seventh the luchador masks came off for good. After walking the bases loaded, Keuchel was lifted and so were the Shit Gates.

Cisnero gave up a walk to tie the game, and then a two-run double to Saunders, followed by a two-run single by Romero and an RBI single by Cano before he got Hart to fly out. Valdes replaced him and continued the flood of excrement by serving up a double and then a two-run homer to Smoak. After giving up that eight-spot in the seventh, Cisnero’s ERA is 7.36 and Valdes’ is 12.27.

Fields (8.74) and Williams (6.35) pitched the last two innings. The only way to measure the Astros’ bullpen strength is by judging the speed of the current in the Shit River they travel on every day.

Houston made it interesting in the bottom of the seventh when they picked up four runs, two on homers by Karter and Villar and an error by Miller on Fowler’s single that scored Altuve. In the eighth, Karter tripled, scoring Dominguez and was later driven in by Presley to make it 9-8. With the bases loaded and two out, Rodney came on and got Altuve to fly out to right. The Astros went quietly in the ninth and this battle of bad teams was over.

There were actually some bright spots. There was a decent-sized crowd. Keuchel was good, for a while. Karter got a couple of loud hits and didn’t strike out(!). Gonzalez got three hits, Villar got two and drove in three.

Dios mio, that bullpen es malo. Muy mal.

Astros 5
Sea Cucumbers 4

contributed by NeilT

I’m obsessed with the Mariners. I don’t just hate them, I despise them. I loathe them. I can spend days thinking of nothing but their despicableness, their foulness, their utter . . . utter . . . Marinerness. I delight in their failures. And what holds for my feelings for the club holds double for their fans, the Gobs.

But my late father was the best of men, and he always said you couldn’t really understand others until you knew their story. “Walk a mile in their shoes,” he would say, “before you criticize.”

I needed to spend a day as a Seattlun. For one day in Houston, I would live the Seattle life.

I woke up early and went straight to yoga. I picked hot yoga, because I figured it was the weirdest kind of yoga that didn’t involve contact with other people’s body parts, and I figured weird would be the kind of yoga Seattluns would like. Have you been to hot yoga? I threw up once at hot yoga. The room smells, your mat smells, you smell. So does the person next to you. It was the perfect start to my Seattle day.

***
Not much happened in the first two innings. Altuve led-off with a double, but was stranded. King Felix got two Ks. Smoak–there’s something I’m supposed to remember about Seattluns and smoke–was the first Mariner on base with a walk in the second. King Felix struggled a bit in the second, giving up walks to Krauss and Dominguez.

***
On my way home from yoga, I passed State Senator Rodney Ellis in bike lycra riding his bike to work, and I remembered: it’s take your bike to work day. That was perfect, just the sort of thing a Seattlun would do. I took my shower in the yard under the irrigation system–it wasn’t raining so I had to improvise–loaded up my bike and drove to work.

***
Stuff happened for the Stros in the 3rd. Altuve led off with a bunt single, and the Stros scored two on three singles and an error.

***
On the way up the elevator I had a funny conversation with my partner. Just like a lot of Seattluns, this guy I share my life with is my partner. I actually have a lot of partners.

“Neil, are those yoga pants?” Well of course they were, I was a Seattlun for a day, and I told him so. “They don’t fit very well.” “They’re Kris’s,” I told him, “so are the sandals.”

“Birkenstocks aren’t they? They looked a little small.” I explained that you had to sacrifice for authenticity. I also explained that I didn’t have any wool socks, so the brown dress socks were the best I could do.

***
In the fourth Peacock looked like the 30-game winner that we know he is. Villar stole second but was stranded.

***
I went to Catalina coffee after my 9:00 conference call. I know Seattluns like coffee, but I couldn’t think of any coffee shops with ties to Seattle in Houston. Catalina was sure to be chock full of scenesters, and sure enough my yoga pants fit right in. So did my press-on compass neck tat. They didn’t serve granola though. I didn’t know what else Seattluns eat, so I had a chocolate croissant, which I like, with my cortado, which I didn’t know anything about but which sounded Northwestern.

***
In the 5th, Peacock struggled, giving up two on a Zunino homer. Zunino started on my fantasy team, but I felt no joy. The Astros took the lead again in the bottom of the 5th on a Krauss single to drive in Castro.

***
I wanted to go to Goro and Gun for lunch. I figured vegetarian ramen would be the very thing, but it turned out I had a lunch to go to. The lunch was banquet chicken, but I pretended it was tofu. It was lousy chicken but delicious tofu. There were engineers at my table. “I didn’t remember you had so many piercings” one of them said. They were fake, but I explained that all of us Seattluns had piercings.

***
In the 6th the Mariners went up on a two-run Seager double. Like every Astros game, the sold-out stands were packed equally with Mariners and Astros fans. “Did you see that, dude!” the guy next to me in the number 420 jersey for player “Smoke It” chortled. I took off the fake piercings.

***
I had another call in the afternoon and went back to my office. I ran into another of my partners in the elevator. “Neil,” he sounded concerned, “is that flannel?” I told him it was. “It’s an odd color for a shirt.” Teal and silver I explained. “And it matches the dye in your hair. Are you ok?”

***
The seventh came, the seventh went. Cisneros replaced Peacock for two outs, then Sipp came in for Cisneros. Sipp? Who is Sipp? King Felix was also done. The guy next to me did his yoga stretches, and I went off to the wash room to rinse out the dye and wash off the fake tat.

***
I had a package from REI at work, a new seat post for my road bike. It was just a little taste of Seattle. I left early and went to D & Q for a Pike’s Pale Amber Ale, from Seattle. I was also listening to Seattlun music as I drove around town today. I started out with that weird baby record by Nirvana, but something was wrong with the stereo and it sounded really distorted. I switched to Jimi Hendrix, but I have to admit, Jimi Hendrix is kinda cloying to me. Band of Horses sang that song that’s either about dumpsters or a horse with no name. Bill Frisell fiddled with pedals, and may or may not have played something. I liked the Fleet Foxes though.

***
Sipp–Sipp? SIPP!–pitched well through the bottom of the 8th striking out Hart and Smoak–Smoke? In the bottom of the 8th the Astros tied it on a walk and a single.

***
I love Airline Seafood. It is one of the finest places in Houston, and it sells great Gulf seafood. Normally I’d go and buy some fine redfish or grouper, maybe even snapper, and usually shrimp, but today I went and bought some salmon. “Will you throw it to me?” They are such good people, “we can throw you a whole fish if you want.” “No, I might miss the whole fish,” they had told me that a whole salmon was slippery.

He put my filet in a plastic bag, took a couple of steps back, and tossed me the salmon. I caught it.

Tie game.

***
SIPP! got the first runner in the 9th, then Qualls came in for SIPP! Bass replaced Qualls in the 10th and pitched through the 11th. The bullpen was outstanding. Defense was fine too, the whole game. It wasn’t just that there were no errors, there were fine double plays in the third and fourth. There was a bam-bam challenge call-out that was the highlight of the game in the top of the 10th, Altuve to Guzman. It was tight. Pitching was tight.

And in the bottom of the 11th Furbush—let’s not allow any cheap humor here, let’s have some empathy for Hoes—loaded the bases then allowed a Singleton Baltimore chop over the third baseman’s head to drive in the winning run. Astros 5, Sea Pricks 4.

***
I hate yoga pants on men. I hate granola. I find Nirvana inane, and Jimi Hendrix cloying. I don’t like King Felix’s neck tat, and Birkenstocks never fit right unless you’re wearing wool socks. And I hate the Mariners. When I fart, I face Cancun.

I’ve got to admit though, fish tossing is kinda fun.