August 11 2007

Well gang, like in other years past, the Houston Astros are finding out that there is another game in town, and it’s called football.
The Astros are much like the cowboy of old who was confronted with the difficulty of pulling his horses head from the stygian depths of his hindquarters while at a full gallop.
The baseball team is finally noticing that a football team with a new quarterback and no offensive left tackle has got the town starry eyed, daring to look ahead to a possible breath taking football season. Maybe even as good as, who knows? Eight and eight, maybe.
People aren’t even calling in to sports shows to talk about baseball anymore. Movies, hot babes, rock and roll from the day, and even soccer are getting more interest than baseball.
But the baseball team hasn’t given up. Oh no, they’re going to give it the old "Custer’s Last Stand" approach.
They can hear the puffing of the engine, the clickety clack of the wheels on the tracks, but to a man who refuses to admit that the light at the end of the tunnel is a train.
If a movie were to be made of this season, Peter Sellers would be great for the role of manager. But of course, peter can’t suit up anymore.
On the other hand, there is something to be said for not just rolling over, for not having a mass suicide pact in the dugout at the end of some game, or something like that. Or worse yet, before the game even starts.
Yessir, you gotta give ‘em a lot of credit for being this bad and almost never losing their temper or their positive attitude.
In fact, they’re some of the best losers that anyone’s ever seen. Temper wise and all like that.
Like well trained Sunday School boys.
And to be sure, here at club headquarters we love our Astros with a love that is unconditional.
But what about it?
Aren’t you ready for some football?

Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary