That’s a way to end a game.
Altuve SLAM
DO IT ALTUVE!!!
I’m sitting here chanting Jose Jose Jose and he gets me a salami!
Love it!
That’ll do!
Fuck the Rangers!
Clap clap
Clap clap clap
Fuck Rob Manfred
I’m stuck in dallass at SWA HQ for my requal training but now beaming more as I proudly wear my Orange Astros shirt around all these Arlington mouth-breathers backers.
Way to go, Jose.
That’s worth replaying
“I might be a little more than tingly.” – Blummer
You know if there wasn’t a ghost runner it wouldn’t have been a grand slam.
Put one ball in play, score four runs. That’s efficiency.
Three runs would still have won it.
My friend, a Rangers fan, says “we find ways to lose.”
I had to put up with all the shit-talking from my fair weather arlington mouth-breather backing buddies back in Austin when their team from north Texas was good and the Astros languished.
Screw ‘em.
Three takeaways from this game, in order of importance:
1.) Dusty Baker is a fucking shit sandwich of a manager of the highest order.
2.) Correa is a clutch-monster.
3.) Altuve is just as good at fucking up clutch situations as he is at ending them.
I got so pissed at Dusty, I quit watching after the top of the 9th. I love it when I miss a great come from behind victory. But damn, I hate missing one too.
Did he offer an explanation for not challenging that pickoff, assuming he was even asked about it.