I’m put together beautifully
Big wet bottle in my fist, big red rose in my teeth
I’m put together beautifully
Big wet bottle in my fist, big red rose in my teeth
Man, talk about your two trains running, or ships in the night. This is two clubs more or less headed in the same direction, but one of them is farther along in the trip and is going a lot faster than the other.

Lick Away
Sorry guys and gals, I did not read the schedule clearly enough to notice I was slated to preview this series until late yesterday afternoon with budget hearings staring me in the face. Needless to say, I have the distinct dishonor of being the first this season to screw up a series preview. Boo on me.
Another Opening Day already?! Why, it seems like we just had one of these. After all these years they start to run together I guess, like if you had Milo and Berkman on the basepaths at the same time – you just know eventually Milo would overtake Lance and both of them would get called out.
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….