I’ll say it again, but I put up with the the silly, inane, trite, petty slings and arrows from my buddies who are “diehard” stRangers fans here in Austin when the Houston Astros baseball club was a steaming pile of dogshit on a hot summer Texas lawn, all the while the transplanted Washington Senators Part Deux Electric Boogaloo/south oklahoma arlington mouth-breathers were winning and going to the World Series. They kept telling me, they were “Texas’ Baseball Team!!!” yet clearly didn’t know their franchise’s silly history.
I was always, quiet, kept rooting for the beloved Houston Astros baseball club even while they were atrocious like I have been since I was 5 yo in ‘79, yet these same buddies all got quiet, stopped cheering for their fuckwit franchise the last several years when the stRangers suuuuucked.
Not one of them ever said congratulations after the Astros’ superb run of the last 7 years- it was often the same, “CHEATERS” horse-hockey.
Now, they’re all bandwagon again and happy.
Sorry, not, sorry, I’ll not speak with them for awhile, which is fine, God love ‘em.