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Sep. 29th, 2005 12:24 amHmph. At least the Astros love me.
I decided today not to listen to the Red Sox game at work, because after yesterday's charming display, I knew that even if we scored twenty runs in the first inning I would still be in agony for the next eight. Quick look at the final score tells me that was a good call.
The AL can bite me.
Edited because I finally took a look at some game recaps, and the Astros win? 7-6. Game-winning RBI? Morgan Ensberg. Of course. I love him so much. He has been fucking unreal for the Astros this year. He has done so much for them. And that is why, obnoxiously girly as it sounds, he is my Houston boyfriend.
I decided today not to listen to the Red Sox game at work, because after yesterday's charming display, I knew that even if we scored twenty runs in the first inning I would still be in agony for the next eight. Quick look at the final score tells me that was a good call.
The AL can bite me.
Edited because I finally took a look at some game recaps, and the Astros win? 7-6. Game-winning RBI? Morgan Ensberg. Of course. I love him so much. He has been fucking unreal for the Astros this year. He has done so much for them. And that is why, obnoxiously girly as it sounds, he is my Houston boyfriend.
