9th inning 3-run homer by Dominguez. Lopez closes.
Do you know the song “Passionate Kisses,” Lucinda Williams? A hard woman, seems to me, like from time to time it’s been much harder than someone with passion and intelligence and talent should have to expect. I’d be nervous if I didn’t recognize her and we were sat next to each other on a plane. But it is such a magnificent song, like so many of her songs:
Is it too much to ask . . .
Well, yeah. Sometimes almost anything is too much to ask. This season almost anything is too much to ask.
I want a warm bed that won’t hurt my back.
You think about how hard it is for even those of us with the most charmed lives. Think of what the best things should be, children, sex, spouses, work, God, democracy, beer, paychecks . . . and how hard from moment to moment or duration to duration those things can be. We’ve shared them, here, in this small corner of the universe, for a long damn time. Even among the luckiest among us those joys disappoint, frustrate, rub raw and leave us flat and unhappy and breathless, from time to time or duration to duration. And among us, this few, this brave few, you have to throw in baseball, and baseball means the Astros.
Is it too much to ask I want a comfortable bed
That won’t hurt my back
Food to fill me up
And warm clothes and all that stuff
And passionate kisses. From time to time passionate kisses. For once, tonight, we got what was too much to ask.