And Happy Day-off-from-work Day to all yall who are not Christian.
I wanted to (re)write a lil song today (apologies to the Irish Rovers)
Astros got runover by a Drayton,
Coming back from playoffs in 04.
He thought he could out do his own GM,
And shoved Gerry Hunsicker on out the door.
Drayt had been not drinkin’ champagne,
And he told Ger he’d have to go.
Cuz he’d thought since he’d signed Clemens,
Wasn’t nothin bout baseball he didn’t know…
But, all yall tired of that ol song and dance.
So, bolstered by the fact that my children went to bed last night seeing no presents under the tree, and in spite of the fact that they VOWED to stay up/wake up to see this supposed Santa, AND in spite of the fact that they thought they had THOROUGHLY searched both house and garage and found nothing, they awakened this morning to find out that Santa had, indeed, come by and dropped off loads of presents. And oh yes, their surprise and disbelief was quickly overcome with squeals of joy and barks of dogss.
So perhaps, even though we all went to bed on Christmas Eve, seeing nothing but coal in out Astros’ stockings, we may open belated Christmas presents and find that Drayton/Tal/Fast Eddie somehow traded off some spare middle reliever for a GOOD 3rd baseman who can, you know, like hit and swindled the Yankees (PLEEEEEZE God, let it be the Yankees) out of some good pitcher, like the scorned Phil Hughes.
It IS baseball, and youneverknow, perhaps Santa DID have something good in his stocking for us poor Astros fans…