Really? You could’ve fooled me! Pitchers and catchers report, and we get nothing. Position players report . . . nothing! Everyone’s pussy-footing around the new manager, saying all the right things and showing up for camp early (brown-nosers!). This all leads to Spring Training reports with all the incite and pep of Alan Ashby’s play-by-play. Yawn.

I know ST games mean nothing, but I’m wasting away waiting for someone to actually throw a pitch in anger!

The Power Station

Naming rights issues mean that, rightly or wrongly, the name “Enron” is stuck on the Astros’ crib for a while. The nickname EFUS is a derivative of that name, and needs to be retired. I always thought it was a little contrived in any case ? and I have bad memories of it as I was laughed off the air by Charlie and Rich when I suggested it to them in my one and only appearance on Houston talk radio.Read More

Going back to the well a second time in the space of a week is pretty ambitious. It’s not really that soon, though, as my debut effort had been written for about a week before K&S got it up on the site. There was a delay while they made room for me in the database – suddenly Dierker’s recent quote about shoveling ten pounds of (manure) into a 5-pound bag seems relevant. Of course, Breedlove went for two columns in as many days, and look what happened to him! The “Brushback” feature doesn’t even get a link on the front page any more.

Franklin

The Astros kissed off their very un-special, lefty specialist this week. Unable to get out hitters of any orientation, Wayne has languished in the Astros system. The only thing of note he’s done is to cause some of the TZ Popes to get all in a tizzy about his presence on the 40-man roster, exposing some of the potential talent on the farm to the Rule 5 draft.

Hipolito Pichardo takes his place, ensuring that the tizzyness over unprotected prospects will continue.Read More

To break the trend of previous MVP Award recipients, I have decided to increase my presence on the site rather than disappear into the miasma. Kev and Scott have foolishly granted me this corner of AstrosConnection forever England, and I intend to use it. At least twice.

What can you expect? Well, there’ll be shite-loads of nugatory humor, exegeses on all things Euro, fuliginous pop culture references, catechization of the Astros and grandiloquence out the ying-yang.

Let’s start with the Astros, shall we? For almost the entire off-season, all we’d seen the club do is say “TTFN” to some talented, some not so talented but useful, some talented, useful but injury tainted free agents?and Scott Servais. In return they gave us cult hero C.J., fellow Meaty-Cheesy Boy T.J. and a bunch of never-wases like Tripp Cromer.Read More