Well, weren't THAT the bitch!
The Fully Mounted Colby Lewis was superb this evening, coming out after 7 (pitch count = 103, later revealed to be having increasing stiffness in his neck, probably from being so badass tonight and trying to watch it at the same time), much to the surpirse of all, but Dave bush was serviceable, and we go to the ninth with Neftali and a 3-1 lead.
We left the 9th with a 5-3 loss, which really sucked, but Feliz had ok velocity w/o good location and was hit hard. These are the Astros, sure, but they're still major league hitter, and none of them are batting .000, if you know waht I mean. So I'm torn - sure, Neffi pitched 2 full innings last night and was poppin', so mabye the lack of poppin' tonight was a calculated risk. OTOH, dammit, you da' man, BE the man, ya' know? The longr the season goes, if I keep having to be torn like this, there ain't gonna be no torn to it... And it would have been a numerical pleasure to open up another game in the lead over Seattle. Them numbers got psycological powerifications, ya' know?
Stiil - two series wins in a row, the schedule still looks friendly (but looks can kill, believe it), Quality Colby Lewis, 8 full inning of splendeiffic baseball pleasure (9 if you drove up from down south, and more than a few did), PLUS Dollar Hot Dog Night, add it all up, it's still the best deal in town, so take your family to worship at the ballpark of your choice, ok? Of such things are better worlds made.