Even Cleveland Indians fans laughed.
Here’s the good news: only 13,843 souls, or how many were left of the smallest crowd in Minute Maid Park history, saw that. (On an aside: why the hell were there so many Nationals fans in Houston? I’m very confused.)
It’s been a tough season for me, personally, as a Blue Jays supporter. Everyone is injured. No, really, everyone. So, of late, I’ve done what everyone should do now and then, to know what life is like for those less fortunate: I’ve watched Astros games. In their entirety. And, believe me, I now truly realize how blessed I am. You almost have to believe in God to be an Astros fan.
If you’re out there, and you know Brad Mills, please hug him. For me. For all of us.