9/23/24 Asstros officially put us out of our misery game thread

[seth8734]

Big spot here. Have to cash in. 2-3 runs at least!

Damn it fuck u Robles. Ughhh Julio please cash in!

Fuckkkkkk Moore u idiot cost us a run. Damn it.

[seth8734]

Polanco is such a complete POS. My absolute least fav player of this decade..

Cannot wait to see our new 2b do better next year!

[Pharmabro]

Thanks for not sprinting Sloth Clawford!

[mostonmike]

What an absolute tit. What's he running to third there for? Silly Dilly costs us a certain run. And we know how costly that might be in the final reckoning of this one.

[Pharmabro]

Polanco is such a complete POS. My absolute least fav player of this decade..

Cannot wait to see our new 2b do better next year!

Maybe it will be this guy

[seth8734]

Polanco is such a complete POS. My absolute least fav player of this decade..

Cannot wait to see our new 2b do better next year!

Maybe it will be this guy

Much better then Polanco!

[seth8734]

What an absolute tit. What's he running to third there for? Silly Dilly costs us a certain run. And we know how costly that might be in the final reckoning of this one.

Yea stupid stupid mistake. Base running errors idiots. Really hope does not cost us!

[mostonmike]

And here we go, 2 on, 0 out.

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[Pharmabro]

And here we go, 2 on, 0 out.

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[seth8734]

And here we go, 2 on, 0 out.

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Ev
Itable

Shit let the season end. Need to get out of this. PLEASE!