More vodka Thursday.
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What was the mph of that ball? Haven’t heard it yet but I’ve never seen a ball hit that hard!
116.7mph, 438 feet, 22 angle.
That’s a fucking linedrive missile.
I’ve already watched it 5 times.
Fuck Scott Servais in his ear. What a dumbass.
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That moment in the video where you can see the soul leaving his body…
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Well that was just lovely!!
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Hensley has been a revelation.
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116 mph off the bat.
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Also this…
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I’ve had to listen to a lot of day games at work on my contraband radio and can confirm Robert Ford’s self-assessment here. Hell of a way to win a ballgame.
Not sure I believe this, but anyway:
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His very loud single from his previous at-bat was the hardest hit ball of the night at that point. I doubt that record stood by the end of the game.
I’m still buzzing. Postseason baseball is undefeated
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Just stunned… from ‘guess we’re fucked’ to ‘HOLY SHIT’ in moments…
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Got done with my flyin/trip in LAX today, walked off the airplane to call my Chief Pilot to try and get out of my forced flying for tomorrow on my day off, I’m beyond pissed to have missed the game today, and each time I checked, the Astros were struggling which had me even more steamed.
I see the game at the bar at the end of our terminal on TV, I see it’s B9 and the good guys are making a comeback. I hear the peckerhead bartender in his stupid dojers hat berating the Astros with the usual inane ‘Astros are cheaters!’ comments and I’m losing faith I’ll get out of flying tomorrow and not be able to get home to Austin tonight as well as the Astros making a comeback after I see Altuve K.
My Chief Pilot gets back to me to explain I have to decide ‘what’s best for me as far as flying’ and no sooner than that as I’m exploding with rage inside, I see Yordan go yard. I quietly end my call then start clapping and hollering in elation for this win. The bartender shot me a look I’ll never forget and I’ll enjoy savoring his tears and that moment.
I’m going to now go to the hotel bar here in LA proudly sporting my Astros shirt.
Suck it, Southwest Crew Scheduling, suck it, old sea-hags and always, suck it, dojers and your petulant fans.
Let’s go Astros.
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