Snaggie, if you had any nuts, I'd cut them off for bogarting my thread. Next thing we know, you'll be calling the Taint too, then I really will have to cut a bitch.
So here it is. Another underwhelming Opening Day. In fact, I didn't even know it was opening day until about five minutes ago. Seems a bit early in April, but whatever. It's here.
And those of us who love the game and hate the teams we love get our hopes up yet again. One more year. One more season. It's our year for sure. Can't be as bad as last year, anyway.
I know exactly one name on the Disasstros lineup. Having said that, George Springer IS the Disasstros lineup. They are all a bunch of kids, wet behind the ears. And maybe that's what we want here in H-town - a bunch of kids playing for the joy of the game instead of the endorsements and the bullshit. They are still excited when they take the field, adrenaline pumping, waiting for the ump to yell "Play ball!" They still hope, still believe, still think anything is possible. Maybe I have been selling them and their youth short, not seeing the big picture, the potential, the opportunities, the future.
Aw dammit. They are still my boys. And a bad day at Minute Maid is still better than a good day at work.
Go Astros!!!
Play ball, boys.