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Well, it’s come to this: two teams playing out the string, still enmeshed in less than stellar seasons, trotting out before sparse and lethargic spatterings of fans, still packing and unpacking for trips to Nowhere, or in this case, The Big Nowhere in Ohio, and wondering how in the world it all went to hell this bad. And, ladies and gentlemen, one of these teams is your 2009 Houston Astros. The eternal optimism of spring has given way to the warm bucket of shit of late summer–speaking of which, does anyone else think that the logo on the Wyoming Cowboys helmets looks like someone wiped their ass on it prior to kickoff? No? I guess that’s just me. Anyway, you know the score by now: an erratic pitching staff, sputtering offense (note the correct spelling, Limey) and so-so defense has our team sitting here at 70-73 on September 14th. “90 wins,” Cooper? No, but they’d probably be ten wins better without you along. While to some extent interesting, it’s been mostly sad and exasperating to watch a career baseball man do and say things that just aren’t said and done at this level–at least not in the light of day. Had McLane canned him during the season, he’d be finished in baseball after a season full of snafus. At least now, he’ll get to do the Art Howe gig for the Brewers FSN affiliate next year. Good luck, Cecil and you’ll be pleased to know they have Costcos in Milwaukee.

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