I actually used the word "we" once. I was watching the game a couple of weeks ago and my wife came in and said how are they doing and I said we're up by three. I didn't think to exclude Pravata, but he's well worth excluding and if I'd thought of him I would have.
The next morning I was driving to work and had this uncontrollable urge to call a talk radio station and urge that they replace Lidge as closer with Chris Burke. I got one of those religious stations, though, and they didn't seem to know what I was talking about. But it made me feel good, and when I called I made sure to say We, meaning the Astros and me, should replace Lidge with Burke.
A couple of days later, as I was thinking about the Astros (which I probably think about more than's healthy anyway), I suddenly got this vision of myself in one of those jerseys, you know, a replica jersey. Now it's my opinion that no man over 30 should ever be caught dead in a replica jersey because it leads to inappropriate identification with the team and wrong trains of thought, but I'll keep that to myself. Anyway, I went out and bought one. Not one of the tasteful ones, either, but one of those with pinstripes. It had Burke on the back, and his number. I was suddenly thinking that Burke should be the everyday catcher, in place of Ausmus.
So anyway, I was on the elevator that day, and it struck me that Burke should really replace Purpura. I called Richard Justice and suggested it to him as the topic for his next column. He hasn't written it yet.
The low point, though, was when I played shortstop. Wednesday. That wasn't Burke it was Me! Me! We! Me! We! I hit pretty well, but I rushed that play. Damn.
We won though.