Oh, sweet Lord, thank You - it's Opening Day.
Not that there's too much to be excited about in Astroland. We'll (don't you love how pathetic it sounds when people refer to their favorite teams as we...) lose games 11-10 instead of 1-0. It's Oswalt, Oswalt, Pray For Rain, Pray, Pray, Oswalt...
Last year on Opening Day we had 10" of snow on the ground. It's not that bad, more like 4" today, but one thing that really got me angry was the temperature.
At night before I go to bed, I'll check the Weather Channel to see what the low will be. Not because I'll be out in it, but just because I need to know. To mentally prepare myself.
Last night the low was supposed to be 13. That's really stinking cold, but not unheard of. I wasn't happy about it, but again, it's upstate New York. What was the temperature this morning but -5. -5 degrees. That's 5 degrees below 0. That's 37 degrees of warm-up before water stops freezing. How do you miss that. Off by 18 degrees.
So this morning at church we started with a word problem. Suppose (a gentleman from our small church) is building a wall. He builds it 18 degrees off. If he starts at 8:00am, what year will he get out of prison.
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2 comments:
Crap. We may not win a game. Good to see we'll be improving on offense this year though. 4 hits is better than our average of 3 last year right?
Could be worse I guess. "We" could be the Rangers
True Aaron, very true. But the Rangers are expected to lose so mediocre ascends anyone's expectations. The Astros are supposed to be mediocre, therefore, they have room to fall. It's the dichotomy we live in.
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