Monday, September 26th, 2011
Turds 4
Astros 5
W: New Dad! | L: Don’t ask Dotel
Monday, September 26th, 2011
Turds 4
Astros 5
W: New Dad! | L: Don’t ask Dotel
Cardinals 13, Astros 6
W:Sanchez (3-1)L:Del Rosario (0-3)
Only three days left till the beginning of the 2011 Void. Another baseball season has come and gone; Limey’s Scarlett told Ryan she just doesn’t give a damn, Thunderpants is now perfecting his g00gly-eyed face melting roaming of right field as a pHucking pHillie, and Sweet Baby Bourn is tomahawk chopping his way to a possible playoff berth. Despite all of this, we still have baseball. Astros baseball. National League, no friggin DH baseball. Baseball is our one constant through all the years. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past and a part of our future. But enough plagarism, lets get on to the Turdinal bashing….
Rockies 19, Astros 3
W: Millwood (4-3)
L: Harrell (0-2)
As Norm MacDonald used to say, “It’s the anal rape.” Deliverance was visited on the Astros in their last Sunday game of the season, ironically falling on Fan Appreciation Day. They trotted out all their finery to excite the crowd, and it was ripped to shreds of mud and blood by the hungry jackals from Colorado.
At the risk of sounding like a certain Apple-whoring Brit, I’ve got a technology story to tell. A friend sent me a Spotify invite about a month ago, and it’s been a huge part of my life ever since. For those of you who are unfamiliar, Spotify is a music streaming service, popular overseas and just recently available Stateside. Everything is on Spotify. Everything. No indie band is too obscure, no B-side too rare. And the way I’ve been using it reminds me of this year’s Astros.
Rockies 6, Astros 9
W: Sosa (3-5) L: White (3-3) SV: Melancon (20)
There you have it, no more speculation. Could this be the next Lance Berkman or the next Chris Burke type pick? Time will tell.