Dubon with the leather!
I don’t really care about that solo home run to their worst batter as long as they don’t get any more. I do care that the Astros bats are comatose with risp.
Halfway…2-0 Rangers.
Top of the order, let’s get some runs…
Astros simply must learn to score runs in this ballpark.
Score. Some. Fucking. Runs.
Ok, gotta reach down and find a pair.
And I’m out of Campari.
I already hate this Carter guy.
Surely you have a couple of bottles of Aperol handy, that’ll do in a pinch.
Their left fielder is all over the place.
I do have Aperol.
I knew it.
Fucking hell, Bregman what are you waiting on?
Oh, that.
Bregman absolutely refuses to swing at 2-0 cookies.
Come on, Yordan…wait for a pitch you can reach.
A roll over bullshit grounder. Duh.
I’d never had Campari before, tried some in Budapest. Tasted like Windex.
It’s infuriating