So, today's loss was rough, clearly.
I woke up excited about the game. My wife put my one year old daughter in the Cooperstown shirt, baseball headband and baseball print skirt I bought her from Biggio's induction. Very cute.
I get a few morning meetings out of the way and thankfully the holiday spared my brother from teaching today. He happens to live right next door to the client I was visiting today. I have two kids under 1.5 and a 6 year-old step son. Life's busy and I don't see him as much as I'd like, but today I can take my lunch break to watch some Astros with him.
After a slow start we decide to order a beer to shake things up and Gomez delivers as soon as the beer is. An afternoon meeting is cancelled and I end up blowing off 4.5 hours of work drinking beers with my brother willing on the Astros. I banter with you guys online, I bear hug random other bar mates and high five til my hands hurt.
When the game turns against us, my brother and I flee the bar, find a dive convenience store and buy Colt .45s. We take an amazing photo together with our 40s. It doesn't work, Astros lose, and I return to work.
After trying to salvage part of the work day, I return home. My six year old step son is easily convinced that game 5 can be won. No scar tissue to prevent the optimism from sinking in. Just then, my 1 year old daughter who went to sleep just before I got home, woke up crying. She falls back asleep as soon as I place her on my chest. She is wearing an orange Astros shirt that says "Rookie."
When I look back on this day, there is one bad event of many good ones. I'm hopeful for Wednesday, but regardless of the outcome...what a great season. I was on another terrible forum for the good days. I've been here for all the bad ones. I'm grateful for this team, for this forum and for today.
Let's go Astros and let's win Wednesday.
Spac, forgive Colt .45, for he does not know what he is doing.