A’s 4, Astros 3
W:Cook (3-2) L:Wright (0-4) SV:Balfour (26)
Oakland tried to help the Astros win one from them, they had three errors in this game and gave the Astros a 3-run lead.
Keuchel left the game with a 3-1 lead after six innings, he did pretty well on the night. Not surprisingly, to me, the bullpen gave the team the loss.
The Astros were hitless over the last five innings, which didn’t help the bullpen. I think they need about an average of 5 runs to maybe not be able to blow a game.
The Astros have not won a game since July 12, when Cosart started in Tampa Bay. Yeah, it may not be as bad as it sounds since there was the All-Star break in that time, but for the month of July the Astros are 3-13. That is pretty fucking bad.
In good news:
I mentioned a while back that I wanted to share something positive to counter all the bad the Astros do, to lift my spirits. In honor of the series previews and the sharing there, I thought I would share just a little bit about one girls’ night out I had when I was 28. Was a FUN night, I won’t share all the details but I hope it is enough.
He told me we were going to fuck standing up. I thought Holy Shit. “Put your hands above your head.” I obliged and realized this is beyond fascinating, beyond erotic. It’s singularly the most exciting and scary thing I’ve ever done. I trusted myself to a beautiful man, who by his own admission, is fucked up. I suppressed the brief thrill of fear, after all my friends knew I left the bar with this man. He smelled of body wash and Brad, an inebriating mix. I wanted to run my nose and tongue through his smattering of chest hair.
He stepped back and gazed at me, his expression hooded. Salacious, carnal and I’m helpless, my hands tied, but looking at his beautiful face, reading his need and longing for me, I can feel the dampness between my legs.
He hooked his fingers into my panties and peeled them down my legs, he stripped me agonizingly slowly, so that he ended up kneeling in front of me. Not taking his eyes off mine, he scrunched my panties in his hand, held them up to his nose, and inhaled deeply.
I thought to myself, “Holy fuck, did he just do that?” He did, and then put them in his pocket. He stood up and had a riding crop in his hand. Where the fuck did that come from I wondered? He leisurely circled my navel and I got goose bumps. The second time around his flicked the crop and hit me underneath my behind, against my woman area. Shock ran through me, and it’s fucking hot.
And next Monday I plan to report on the Hooks v. Missions game. I’ll be going to games 1 & 2 of that series. Have a great week everyone.
