My brother and I went to the game today and watched the Cardinals smear us all over the field. But hey, the Astros have 156 games left in the season, they have to pace themselves. At least that's what I tell myself.
We enjoy going to see the Astros play. Every season it always seems to come down to a game between the Astros and Cardinals in a race for the pennant. And it always seems to be so so close. It has to be said, the Cardinals are a great ball club.
This yummy guy is Albert Pujols. A guy I have a very strong Love/Hate relationship with. Whenever he comes to the plate, the whole stadium boos him. And he answers back by hitting the ball out of the park. According to the light bright score board, his batting average was .059. Not a great average, but it just doesn't matter because he hits the ball when it seems to count the most. Every time he comes up to the plate, my stomach turns into knots.
So, over the years, as I begin to embrace the idea that the Astros are always going to have to go toe to toe with the Cardinals, I've grown to accept Pujols as part of the package and I really like the guy. I can't help it. He's hot. He's talented and he's cocky. And I can't help but wish he were on our team. So, I can't really bring myself to truly "boo" him when he comes to the plate. Because I really think that he should be worshipped.
Oh, God, did I just say that?
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