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Cardinals at Astros – Eh, Throw that One Back

Posted on June 25, 2013 by Craig in News, Series Previews

It must be throwback time, what with the Shitbirds in town and all. Dark Star even hauled me out of my cryogenic chamber to jump-start the festivities. And it’s a good thing, too, because let me tell you, that stasis chamber needed airing out. It was starting to smell like every fat-ass Designated Hitter in the league had spent the night in my room after an all-you-can-eat buffet at Dante Bichette’s Bean-O-Rama and Garlic Palace.

But to be honest with you, I’m not sure I could even rustle up enough air to puff a weak fart in the Cardinals’ direction anymore. I’d give it a good effort, but I might accidentally shart instead (which is more productive and what they actually deserve) but I don’t have any Jake jerseys handy to wipe with.

I mean, really, who gives a shit about the fucking Cardinals now? I still say fuck ’em and feed ’em fish heads – you know, just on general principle – but the passion just isn’t there. It’s just a reflex. They don’t even LaGenius to hate anymore.

Hell, for that matter, it’s hard to even get fired up about the Astros. I can’t watch them on TV. And I don’t mean “Ugh, these guys suck, I can’t fucking watch this.” I mean it as, “Where the fuck are the Astros? They aren’t even on my goddamn TV anymore. I’ve got 9,000 fucking channels and not one of them has the Astros.” So everything I learn about the team, I get from reading you guys.

It’s not like I’ve given up, though. I’ll always be a fan, and the Rangers can always go fuck themselves. And if Dark Star wants to wheel me out of storage once in a while to tell fart jokes about the dumbass Jakes, I’ll try to provide a blast of hot air. And if I accidentally blow mud … well, he’s also got me scheduled for a Cincinnati series in September, so all we need is a bowl of noodles.


Minute Maid Park

Tuesday, June 25, 7:10 p.m. CDT

Wednesday, June 26, 7:10 p.m. CDT

Speaking of throwbacks, I remember way back in the olden days of writing series previews, when I lived on the other side of the fucking country, this was the spot on the page where I’d list the various broadcast channels, cable channels, satellite channels, and premium channels where you and I could watch the Astros. On television. In our very own living rooms. Someday you can tell your grandkids about it, and they’ll think you’re either senile or a goddamn liar, and send your ass to the old folks home. Hopefully the rest home will at least have the correct cable package for watching ballgames.


Notable giveaways

Giveaways? Under this management? They can’t even get the fucking games on TV, so don’t even think you’re going to get a free tote bag or bobblehead or whatever the fuck. And if they did have a giveaway, it would be for the goddamn Jake fans, since there will be more of them in the stands. Hell, if this were a Red Sox series they’d get a Neil Diamond concert and fireworks show.

Actually, there is one thing that will be freely given today, and that’s boos for Carlos Beltran. Well, if anyone in the stands remembers who he is. He was that fucking Mets knob who struck out looking to end the 2006 NLCS. And some bullshit a year before that, but I can’t remember what. By the way, the Whore is 0-for-5 against both Astros pitchers in this series.


Projected Matchups from Astros.com

Tuesday

Jake Westbrook (3-2, 1.76) v. Lucas Harrell (5-7, 4.32)

Westbrook is making his third start after coming off the DL. Jose Altuve is 3-for-7 against him. Carlos Pena has faced Westbrook more than all the other Astros put together, going 11-for-38 with six doubles and four homers, though a lot of that was probably so long ago, the majority of the Astros were still playing T-ball.

All the Cardinals have seen Harrell, and most of them have liked what they’ve seen. Especially David Freese, Allen Craig, and Yadda Yadda Yadda.

 

Wednesday

Lance Lynn (10-1, 3.42) v. Eric Bedard (2-3, 4.43)

Lynn is 4-0 against the Astros with a 1.42 ERA. The only Astro who has more than one hit against him is Brett Wallace, and, well, you know, he’s not really available. Everyone sucks against Lynn, but Justin Maxwell is especially bad, going 0-for-6 with four strikeouts. Is he even still on the team? I can’t keep up with all these roster moves.

Everyone on the Cardinals has seen Bedard, and done pretty well against him. Matt Holliday is 8-for-20 against him and Allen Craig and Yadda Yadda both have homers. Oh, and so does Ty Wigginton. Ty Wigginton? Damn, I guess all the old Astros pass through St. Louis before they retire. Next thing you know, Twinkie will be a Ranger and Roy will be a Rukkake.


Injury Report

St. Louis – Most of the Cardinals I’ve heard of are all out for the season, those being Chris Carpenter, Jaime Garcia, Jason Motte, and Rafael Furcal. Holy shit, Rafael Furcal? Really? My how time flies. It seems like just yesterday he was being sent to jail after the Astros eliminated the Braves from the playoffs. Oh, where does the time go?

Also, two Cardinals I never heard of – Salas and Gast – are on the DL. Whatever.

Houston – Gonzales, Crowe, and White are on the DL. I’m not sure who they are, but I hope they get better. I mean get well.

 

Balls in the Dirt

* Hey, speaking of old Astros, I went to a couple of Arkansas Travelers games this month and saw Tim Bogar and Mike Hampton. Bogar is the manager and Hampton is pitching coach. Hampy still has that silky smooth glide when he’s walking to and from the mound, with his head down and short steps. He’s clean-shaven though, so I almost didn’t recognize him. Bogar looks the part of hard-ass manager – he argues with the umps like a boss.

* I love most of the sweet new uniforms the Astros are wearing – they’re throwbacks that actually flew in a circle until they were new again. But look, that DayGlo orange shit they wore in Chicago has got to go. Those bright-ass jerseys look like something a goddamn New York Met would wear, for fuck’s sake. The only time a man should wear something that orange is when he is hunting deer.


*** BREAKING NEWS UPDATE ***

Former Cubs pitcher Kerry Wood found a dead body while paddleboarding in a Chicago harbor today. Wood did not touch the deceased person, but suffered a separated shoulder while paddling over to investigate. He also blew out his right elbow while calling 9-1-1. Both Wood and the cadaver will be sent to Dr. Andrews for reconstructive surgery. The cadaver is expected to report to spring training and will most likely begin the 2014 season at Iowa, with a probable mid-season call-up to the Cubs.

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Discuss today’s game in the Gamezone.

Astros at Cubs – That Old Familiar Feeling, Creeping Back Up On Me

Posted on June 21, 2013 by MRaup in Series Previews

I hate the Rangers. A lot. But there is nothing that compares to the boiling, deep seated, straight up angry hate that the Piece of Shit Chicago Cubs inspire from me. Buckle up, this one is going to be a bumpy ass ride.

The Astros are, believe it or not, actually riding a little mini hot streak currently. After salvaging one win the series against the Mariners, the Astros proceeded to kick the shit out of the White Sox, taking three out of four from them. Next up was a quick two out of three from the Brewers that could’ve easily been a sweep if it weren’t for the Good Guys terrible, terrible fucking bullpen. The pitching has been getting better, and the bats have been more awake than asleep in the last few weeks. Surprisingly, if you take good pitching and combine it with good hitting, you win some ballgames!

 

That Fucking Dump They Call The Friendly Confines A.K.A. Wrigley Field

Friday, June 21st. 1:20, CSN or MLB.tv

Saturday June, 22nd. 3:05 CSN or MLB.tv (this one is also on WGN, but if you can tolerate THAT bullshit, you’re a better man/woman/Fredia than I)

Sunday June 23rd. 1:20  CSN or MLB.tv

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The Proteus

Posted on June 18, 2013 by Ron Brand in Featured, Series Previews

When you take this stuff day by day, you live and die with it in the beginning. After a while the ups and downs get smoothed out a little, even if there are more of one than the other. As long as expectations are not shattered, things don’t stray too far out of whack, well then the little anomalies are more like gravel in the road than speed bumps that you notice and slow down for.

Then one day you wake up and you find out that a scientist in Eastern Europe has perfected a way to shrink individual atoms on a permanent basis. In a coma as a result of an assassination attempt while being spirited away to the West, it’s has fallen to the CMDF (Combined Miniaturized Deterrent Forces) to remove the clot on Dr. Benes’ brain so the Forces of Truth and Liberty may profit from his discovery.

In much the same way that you might feel about the concept of Raquel Welch as a scientist with a certain amount of ability, you might be surprised to learn that since May 15, the Astros are 16-15. It is true. Welcome…to the Fantastic Voyage.

I’m not suggesting that this team is really a better-than-losing-half-its-games team, no. It’s just that some things are beyond completely unexpected, and even though there’s no way that reality applies here, when the girl smiles at you, even for an instant, you do feel like things are better than they really are.

They sure as hell aren’t doing it with the bats. Over the last month that .233/.285/.380 is below this season’s average by a shade. No, it’s the pitching. Over the last week, team ERA is 2.25; over the last two weeks, 3.23 and over the last month, 3.43. In June, opposing batters have a .665 OPS against the Astro staff.

Of course, most of this is really just the result of a couple of win streaks. From May 27-June 3, the Astros went 7-1 against Colorado and the Angels. June 12-16 they were 4-0 against Seattle and the White Sox. These two streaks bookended an 0-6 stretch against Baltimore, Kansas City and Seattle. There was one 7-2 run through the entirety of 2012 and it was in mid-May, so that year-long stretch of badness shows this latest example of success as the Colossus of Speed Bumps that it is.

I know this isn’t sustainable. Not many of their pitching numbers are, especially among the starters, so no one should misinterpret this as anything more than it is, a manifestation of luck. All I’m saying is that she smiled at you and didn’t look away when you noticed. Go over to her table. Buy her a drink. Right now, in this moment, you’re Superman. Enjoy it while you can.

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It says a lot, too much really, that year in and year out when we think of the Brewers we think of pure, unbridled hatred for that steaming pile of shit who used to own that team. The shambling, mumblemouthed heyboy who cheerfully takes every single arrow he can get in front of while he searches for more ways to debase himself in service to the Dollar and the rich men who jerk his strings. High atop his shine box, he is proud to take a public teabagging if it means that his masters enjoy even a slight increase to their control over revenue streams. Frankly, I’m surprised he’s shown the restraint he has in not pursuing even stronger methods of Almighty Buck Enhancement for the Lords of Baseball. Why pace this march? There’s money left in wallets all across America, and no end to the suckers who’ll gladly give it over!

No, it’s time to look forward. The past is over. No reason to let bad feelings fester.

Milwaukee Brewers vs. Houston Astros
Tuesday, June 18, 7:10 PM, Minute Maid Park

Alfredo Figaro, 1-0, 3.47 vs. Jordan Lyles, 3-1, 3.48
Promotion: Coca-Cola Value Days

Milwaukee Brewers vs. Houston Astros
Wednesday, June 19, 7:10 PM, Minute Maid Park

Kyle Lohse, 2-6, 3.84 vs. Erik Bedard, 2-3, 4.82
Promotion: Coca-Cola Value Days

Milwaukee Brewers vs. Houston Astros
Thursday, June 20, 1:10 PM CDT, Minute Maid Park

Yovani Gallardo, 6-6, 4.41 vs. Lucas Harrell, 5-7, 4.48
Promotion: Drawstring Bag Presented By MLB Network

Hot damn, a drawstring bag. Perfect for slipping over our tormentor’s head before he’s knocked unconscious with a hammer and thrown in the trunk. You don’t have to drive far in this town to find an overgrown, swampy area thick with mosquitoes and growth that hides the abandoned cinderblock storage units. He won’t miss the lack of air conditioning or light, because there’s a gap in one of the boards that covers a sliver of the ceiling that pulled away when the soft ground settled. Those rats? They’re his friends. They give him little kisses at night, on his toes, his thighs, his fingers, his ears. The kisses stung in the beginning but not so much anymore, not when his stomach has distended from the meager scoop of cold, maggoty cereal that is dropped into his dark little domain from time to time. Not like time means anything any more – it’s been more than weeks, but there’s really no way to know how long he’s been here.

Too weak to try to make any noise, he sometimes thinks of when his arms will be able to slip out of the zip ties that are laced through the metal cables that hold him in the box. By then he’ll probably be too weak to stand though, and that sliver of daylight was already out of reach when he could stand upright. And it’s so hot in here.

The first few times they slid the locks and came inside to piss in his mouth it stung so badly he convulsed across the floor and sobbed until the pain from where they had cut out his tongue had subsided. Watching the rats nibble bit by bit on the lump of flesh in front of him left him strangely detached. After the full day of throaty noise he’d managed to howl through the swelling and agony, of course. Now he welcomes their visits to give him water, because it’s so hot, so hot in here and his throat hurts so much…

Sometimes it’s not nice when my mind wanders.

DEAD

Posted on June 13, 2013 by Dark Star in Featured, News, Series Previews

June 14-17, 2013

Chicago White Sox (28-35) vs. Houston Astros (23-44)

Minute Maid Park
501 Crawford
Houston, TX 77002

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SCHEDULE
• Friday June 14, 2013 — 7:10 p.m. CDT

• Saturday June 15, 2013 — 6:15 p.m. CDT

• Sunday June 16, 2013 — 1:10 p.m. CDT

• Monday June 17, 2013 — 7:10 p.m. CDT

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DEAD

If somebody is haunting your mind
Look in my eyes, let me hide you
From yourself and all your old friends
Every good thing comes to an end

I’m taking a rain check for this here Series Preview. I hope it is okay with you.

I wanted to quit this fucking Series Preview gig altogether, here at Orangewhoopass. I grew to fucking hate the process; and – even more – to hate myself for not being able to steadily produce within it. And I just wanted to fucking quit, altogether; but I could not bring myself to do it. I still want to write stuff here, and enjoy it, and have other people enjoy it.

But I just cannot do it right now. Not this time, anyway. I hope it is okay.

I was out fishing last weekend; out in the Gulf of Mexico with a friend of mine, on his boat. Fishing for black drum. We caught a few of them, too.

At one point, not much was happening, and I was just sitting there in a chair on his boat, just kind of contemplating the sea water as it floated by. Meditating. Thinking about how my life had drifted by, mostly; just like this sea water was drifting by. Pretty and blueish green (we were 18 or so miles out from Bolivar, near some unmanned gas rigs) it was, but even so, mostly unnoticed. Mostly not worth noticing.

It was the violence of life that usually roused me from my somnolence along the way, at least temporarily.

Back in pre-school, they always told us about the happy times, and the gaiety of life … but, as I recall, no one ever spent too much time on the violent aspects. How you could be going happily along, then suddenly – like a great shark rising unexpectedly out of the water to take away your catch, just as you were about to boat it – the violence would rise up and snatch your best friend away when he was 9 (under the guise of some kind of cancer); or kill you cousin, or brother; or make your dad a drunk and ruin your home life forever. It never fucking failed.

It never fucking failed.

I would be roused to the utter ugliness of existence, but I never had the energy to buy into it for too long. Sooner or later I would succumb to the enticement of happiness and gaiety, once again, and believe that my life was truly charmed, and idyllic.

Until the shark jumped up again, that is; exploding through the water’s surface to twist and writhe ever so briefly in the silver sun, before snatching away my happiness again, and pulling it down, down, down … down into the darkness of the water’s depths.

That is what makes me not able to do this right now. I hope it is okay.

I’ll be happy again, though. And, next time, I promise … I’ll do better.

I hope it is okay.

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PITCHING MATCHUPS
Friday June 14, 2013 — 7:10 p.m. CDT
CHICAGO – Chris Sale, LHP (5-4, 2.68)
HOUSTON – Eric Bedard, LHP (1-3, 5.34)

Saturday June 15, 2013 — 6:15 p.m. CDT
CHICAGO – John Danks, LHP (1-2, 4.13)
HOUSTON – Lucas Harrell, RHP (4-7, 4.52)

Sunday June 16, 2013 — 1:10 p.m. CDT
CHICAGO – Hector Santiago, LHP (2-4, 3.12)
HOUSTON – Dallas Keuchel, LHP (3-3, 4.37)

Monday June 17, 2013 — 7:10 p.m. CDT
CHICAGO – Jose Quintana, LHP (3-2, 3.86)
HOUSTON – Bud Norris, LHP (5-6, 3.87)

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DEAD

Someone was ’round here asking questions about someone who looks like you
I said I don’t know where you are
He said that he was going to be back
So I told him where you are

I was dead, just this one time. In college.

My roommate Rusty and I locked (well, barricaded) ourselves into our dorm room for a week once, my sophomore year, and did purple micro-dots, for a week. Never once left our tiny dorm room. Never bathed, or ate, once. For a week.

We were dead. Dead.

We saw hideous things in that time. I know I did, anyway. At any rate, whatever we were, neither one of us was real keen to go outside then. We were too fucking paranoid.

We finally came out of it. Me, first. I walked down the hallway of the dorm to the communal shower, with a towel. And I took a fucking shower. I bathed myself; and as I washed myself in the water, I realized how crazy it was to stay holed up in a tiny room for a week, doing powerful psychedelic drugs, and not eating or bathing or even sleeping very much. When I was done with my shower, I walked back down the hall to our room, and I convinced Rusty it was crazy, what we’d been doing; and eventually, he emerged, too.

In a way, I think we bonded, Rusty and I did … relying solely on each other in that scary fucking room, for a week.

Didn’t do me a lot of good, though; to bond with Rusty. He didn’t last too long, after that. He wasn’t all that reliable, anyway. And he was dead before I knew it, about the time I was settling down to get married the first time, and raise kids.

Gone.

His bones have been moldering in the ground for close to thirty years now. Nothing left of him. Nothing.

Just what I remember. That is all that holds him to this earth at all, anymore.

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PROMOTIONS
Friday June 14, 2013 — 7:10 p.m. CDT
Big and Bright Friday Nights – Fireworks and T-Shirts! Fuck, yeah! What more could you want? Fucking fireworks and fucking T-shirts! Fuck, yeah!

Saturday June 15, 2013 — 6:15 p.m. CDT
Orbit Bobblebelly – Fuck, yeah! Awesome! An Orbit bobblebelly! Fucking hell yes!

Sunday June 16, 2013 — 1:10 p.m. CDT
Picnic in the Park – No fucking little kids running the bases! Fuck, yeah! No fucking bratty-ass little kids! Yeah! Fuck, yeah!

Monday June 17, 2013 — 7:10 p.m. CDT
Coca-Cola Value Days – Nothing! Fuck, yeah! Fucking nothing! Oh, yeah! Fuck, yes!

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DEAD

I met an old mistake walking down the street today
I met an old mistake walking down the street today
I didn’t want to be mean about it
But I, I didn’t have one good thing to say

I have gone through powerful changes through the years, all the while hanging onto my memories of Diane and I.

She was the one who got away. She was the one I never got over, in all of this time. I cannot even explain why.

I loved her and I loved her and I loved her. And then, just like that, she was gone from me, never to return. And I still loved her. Still.

From those crazy days in college, all the way on. I never forgot her, never forgot what it felt like when I saw her walking my way, with just that hint of a smile curling up on the edge of her lip, on the left side of her face.

She was glad to see me, goddammit. No doubt about it.

Goddamn, it made me happy to see that hint of a smile.

I have gone on, and Diane has gone on. I have married, and raised children, and divorced. And remarried.

And Diane has done all the same. And now we are both happy, in our separate lives, forever apart. And we are destined to live on, and to die that way. Forever apart.

I cannot even remember what it was that made me ever think it would ever be otherwise. Why did I ever think we could be happy together, and last, and last? Maybe it was her friend, Cathleen. Upon seeing a Polaroid of Diane sitting and smiling in my lap, taken at a local club we hung out at, at the time, Cathleen had told me, “You two look like you belong together.”

I will never, ever forget what Cathleen said to me that day, or how she said it. It was like a benediction from God. I believed it immediately, with all of my heart.

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Astros lose the series, 0-4.

Strolling the hills overlooking the shore
I realize I’ve been here before
The shadow in the mist could have been anyone
I saw you, I saw you
Coming back to me

Small things like reasons are put in a jar
Whatever happened to wishes wished on a star?
Was it just something that I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you
Coming back to me

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DEAD
That is all I have. It sucks, and I know that it sucks.

I have asked myself and asked myself. What happened to me? How did I fall so far? Why is it I cannot even seem to string three or four coherent sentences together anymore, without it all sounding hackneyed and trite?

I am so tired, and I am so destroyed. I wish I was not, but I am.

Fuck, I am so sorry. It is not okay.

It is not okay.

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Houston Astros vs. Kansas City Royals… life in the fast lane!

Posted on June 7, 2013 by Noe in Austin in Series Previews

Well, other than Seattle, I can’t think of a better rival to face this weekend than the Kansas City Royals. I mean, there is so much to say about the Kansas City Royals, but the best thing about them is their storied past. The are to the AL what the Pittsburgh Pirates are to the NL. A team/organization that has struggled to be competitive using a lower market budget. But if you talk about their past, you talk about success. To the tune of one world series win and a handful of playoff loses. But they also featured great players like George Brett, Freddie Patek, Hal McCrae, Willie Wilson, Dan Quisenberry, Bret Saberhagen, and Dennis Leonard. Of course, you can probably make up your own list of great Royals too. So the current status of the Royals is young talent trying to make it in the bigs… again. Seems they’ve been doing that for a long time as well.

Houston Astros at the Kansas City Royals
When: July 7 through 9
Where: Kauffman Stadium (it has a fountain!)

Game One – Friday, July 7
7:15 pm CST
Jordan Lyles (3-1, 4.30 ERA) vs. James Shields (2-6, 2.83 ERA)

The Kansas City Royals have not been playing good baseball lately. They are 1-7 in their last 8 games and nothing epitomizes why this is so than James Shields. This talented right hander is not getting any type of support from his mates to get some wins under his belt. His 2-6 won/loss record does not tell the story as much as his 2.83 ERA does. On the other side is Jordan Lyles. The young Mr. Lyles has had a rocky major league career so far, but in the last few outings, he has shown the promise once bestowed upon him an arm that can help this club as a starter. Nothing says “turning it around” as a well located changeup does and right now, Lyles is featuring that pitch more and more. That is keeping hitters off his fastball well enough that he is getting the team into more positions to win ballgames. And lo and behold, they have been doing just that. It helps the Houston starters to know that the Royals lately struggle to win games at home.

Game two – Saturday, July 8
6:15 pm CST
Erik Bedard (1-2, 4.76) vs. Ervin Santana (3-5, 3.03)

It looked for all concerned that Erik Bedard was done for this season. Apparently a stint in the bullpen help him somehow, because he has come back to the starting rotation and this time the guy is being so precise with his location. In his last four games, he’s gone 3-1 and has pitched masterfully in those wins. In the lost? Not so well, but he kept his team in the hunt for the win and that’s good. On the other side is Ervin Santana, a one time Anaheim Angel. Yet another hard-luck Royals starter, Santana has lost his last seven games in a row, in spite of pitching well into the seventh in five of those games and into the sixth in the other two. Every loss he’s taken have been winable games, all by one or two run deficits. Given the way Bedard has pitched lately, how the Royals can’t seem to win in Kauffman, and how bad luck stricken Santana has been, looks like a very good chance for Bedard to pick up a W.

Game Three – Sunday, July 9
1:10 pm CST
Lucas Harrell (4-7, 4.97 ERA) vs. Luis Mendoza (1-3, 4.76 ERA)

Lucas Harrell was supposed to be the #1 starter on this team. He’s not. He’s pretty much has had hot and cold outings, but overall, he’s just been mediocre. So who does he face off against? Another mediocre pitcher in Luis Mendoza. My prediction is fireworks… lots and lots of fireworks. Hopefully many more coming from the Houston side than Kansas City. Juneberno.

Catch up on all the highlights in the HappyZone!

THERE’S FOR SURE GOING TO BE A LOT OF ORANGE.

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Ron Brand in Featured, Series Previews

Contributed by Batgirl and Bench

What a road trip! The Astros are officially The Hottest Team in Baseball winning six straight on the road and humiliating the Angles with a four game sweep in their own yard. This the Astros’ longest run since a seven-game streak July 27-Aug. 3, 2010. Going all the way back to Memorial Day, the good guys are 7-1.

“It was just a matter of time,” manager Bo Porter said. “… you’re starting to see we’re coming together.”

Bo, you’re not at Tire World anymore. “It’s starting to come together, Pepper!” Be sure to give Reid Ryan plenty of credit too, as he and anything he is associated with is apparently blessed. His arrival ushered in this streak of good baseball while limiting shit-defiled snow cones and $375 ticket-wielding penis mimes to one occasion each.

Our conquering heroes will now no doubt return home to throng of adoring fan, hosting the Baltimore Orioles for a mid-week three game series.

The Orioles are experiencing an unexpected resurgence, somehow keeping more runs on the board than the other teams throughout last season, and making the playoffs for the first time since Jeffrey Maier was in middle school. Same result, however, as they lost to the Yankees again in five games.

Meanwhile, the O’s have won four of their last five and 10 of 13, including series wins over the Yankees, Nationals and Tigers, all while keeping the city of Baltimore at the top of international syphilis rates (syphilis jokes have got to be the Baltimore equivalent of “Houston, we have a problem”). They’re 2.5 games out in the clusterfuck that is the AL East With The Exception of Toronto.

That Chris Davis guy is kind of a big deal with a nickname that I can’t decide if I hate or not but the fact that it came during his time as a stRanger might be enough. It’s fucking terrible.

In addition to Chris Davis, the O’s are getting plenty of offense out of its balanced lineup, including Adam Jones, JJ Hardy, Matt Weiters and Nick Markakis. Manny Machado already has 25 double this season, which is preposterous. The Orioles lead the league in homers, and are second in batting average and runs scored. The Astros just held the Angels to 8 runs over 4 games. Look for that to change.

Baltimore reporter Bob Haynie, who is finally employed after being replaced by a twitbot at the Baltimore Sun in Season 5 of the Wire, sums it up nicely: “The fact that the Astros have won five-straight is very touching, but the Orioles should hammer this team into submission.” Dick. It’s been six straight.

Let’s get to the games. If you want to watch them on TV, go over to Budgirl’s house or meet NeilT at Hans Bierhaus. The cookies are better at Budgirl’s but I don’t think she’s installed a bocce court yet.

The “promotion” for these games is “Coca Cola Value Days.” I don’t know what that means, but I’m not sure what a Bobblebelly is either.

TONIGHT 7:10:
Lucas Harrell v. Chris Tillman

Tillman has surrendered eight homers in his last three outings, including four to the Nationals in his last start on Wednesday. So, Carter and Dominguez should have an opportunity to keep swinging the lumber.

Harrell is coming off a win against the Rockies after dropping his previous four games. Did he finally shift to the shift? Probably not.

WEDNESDAY 7:10:
Dallas Keuchel v Freddy Garcia

Yes, that Freddy Garcia, who at age 36 is the oldest player on the Orioles and potentially Altuve’s grandfather.

THURSDAY 1:10:
Bud Norris v Miguel Gonzalez

Gonzalez is a steady pitcher but he’s been having control problems in his last couple of games since he came off the DL. He ought to sharpen back in to top form this game.

Meanwhile, and likely more important for the club’s future than this game, Thursday is Baseball’s North American draft. Will Luhnow pay for Appel? Will he snort Adderall with Gray? Will he follow Crane’s orders and go cheap again? TUNE IN AND FIND OUT! Take a ride on the bus if you want the most up to date draft information.

Trivialities:

• The Astros and Orioles have only met nine times over three series, with the O’s winning six of those games. The Astros swept a series in 2003, and Baltimore rolled to six straight in the next two (’05, ’08).

• The Orioles haven’t played in Houston in nearly 10 years to the dates of this series. Baltimore and Houston played three games at Minute Maid Park from June 3-5, 2003, which evidently the Astros swept.

• Maryland is a beautiful state of rolling hills, farmland, fields and forests. The National Aquarium in Baltimore’s Inner Harbor is fantastic. Getting from one to the other is a harrowing adventure filled with dread and peril.

• Obligatory endorsement of hard drugs and casual sex.

O’s injuries: Nothing much. Brian Roberts has missed most of the year. Pedro Strop is hurt. Check out the full story here: http://mlb.mlb.com/mlb/fantasy/injuries/#team110

Prediction: I guess being hammered into submission is pre-ordained.

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