by Primo Encarnación

The Astros are one win away from being four wins away from losing to my beloved Cubs in the World Series.  So our peerless leader, Juanita Jean, is at the ballgame.  As she tossed me the keys, she said “Primo, honey, tell them folks I have not one flip left to give about them OR their hair.  But they’re welcome to come in and jaw and have free coffee and donuts.”  However, the keys she left did NOT include that of the cashbox.  So all the free coffee and donuts are whatever y’all bring in with you.

Fun fact:  the Houston Astros debuted as the Colt .45s in 1962, the same year that both The Jetsons and I debuted, as well.   Three years later: “Is that a decimal point?  Are they spelling their name with a decimal point?  There’s no decimal points in baseball!”  (Said by an owner, not a statistician.) And so they changed the name to that of the Jetson’s dog.

And here they are, a mere 29 years old, about to eliminate the Royals and move on to the NLCS.  Ruh-roh!

Update: Rastros are in the doghouse, Rorge, blowing a 4-run lead LATE in the game. Has Steve Bartman become an Astros fan?