Hope you had spotters!
I did, but not fast enough.
I went up too hard/fast and my right shoulder popped and the right side of the bar came down hard on my chest. They grabbed it right after, but I didnât really notice because my arm was pretty much hanging at that point.
After last nightâs base clearing double prediction, Astrojo is the official seer, prophet, and muse of GZ
Letâs quit this Big Papi/A-Rod fuckfest and get the show started.
As a wise band once saidâŚâfuck 'em all and fucking no regretsâ
Hold on, Iâve got a great idea.
Letâs do a promotion before every game where we pretend weâre giving away one of the playerâs cash, and every single time someone can jokingly reach over to grab it with a playful smile on their face, then the player in question can throw it around like he doesnât care about the money at all.
THAT WILL BE SO RELATABLE AND COOL!
Itâs so ⌠gross.
Just replace them with wannabe wiseguys in track suits now. Weâre headed there anyway.
To get Sale distracted the Astros are going to place a freshly baked pie on the dugout railing at the start of each inning.
Here we go!
Letâs go Astrosâ offense: Come out focused, grind out at bats and jump on Sale early and often.
Altuve flies out at the wall on the first pitch
First fat pitch of the game, fouled off.
Hang in there, Uncle Mike and go the other way
Brantley strikes out
Come on Alex. You know the zone better than that
Letâs get to work Framber.
Bregman no run fast
Bregman grounds out weakly
Easy first inning for Sale.
Jesus Fuck, Bregman wasnât even fucking jogging.