Back in March, when my beloved Houston Astros were preparing to field a team of what were (obvious to everyone) overpaid, mostly washed-up scrubs, I had faith in the organization. Not the TEAM, mind you, but the organization. I knew there was no way Uncle Drayton would rest in his cowboy boots and allow his team to cellar-dwell all season long.
Relying on this optimistic faith of mine, I placed a bet with my smug, negative nancy coworker Robert. I bet Robert that the Astros would have an 80-win season. I didn’t think they’d get to .500 (that’d be winning 81 games), but I said they’d win 80.
Robert laughed at me and wanted to wager actual, hard earned money. Because I’m not a gambler (really, I’m not. I’m the girl who wins $8 in a nickel slot machine at the Beau Rivage and is ready to call it a night because that’s “good drink money!”), I convinced him to wager lunch. Just a normal, average, ordinary lunch that the loser of the bet would buy the winner.
Note: Due to a favor I did for Robert using my graphic design skills, he knocked a game off my win #, so the current bet stands at “Amanda says the Astros will win 79 games. Robert says no way.”
Fast forward to today, 157 baseball games later, and the Astros are at 74-83, with 5 games to go.
It doesn’t take a math whiz to know that the Astros have to (HAVE TO) win all of the last 5 games of the 2010 season in order for me to win my bet and teach smug, negative nancy Robert a lesson.
Tonight and tomorrow are in Cincinnati vs. the Reds, who, for the first time in 15 years, have clinched a playoff spot. And they did so just last night vs.–you guessed it–the Astros.
The Astros come home to play the Cubs, Those Pesky Cubs (as I like to call them) for 3 straight Friday thru Sunday.
It won’t be easy, but I figured we’d take 2 of 3 from the Reds (last night was 1 down), and hopefully sweep the Cubs at home to finish what started out as a doom & gloom season and has turned into the promise of a new day season on a bright note.