Occupational therapy.

I knew tonight's game had the potential to be frustrating, and so during my lunch hour today, I headed over to the hardware store and bought this elaborate ready-to-assemble "multi-function trolley" (as the box describes it) to keep my hands busy during the broadcast. Sure enough, I cursed and swore each time Jeromy Burnitz stepped to the plate -- and I don't care, Cubs fans, I still don't want him -- sure I yelled WOO HOO as Jason Lane made that fantastic catch at the top of the seventh with two outs and two runners on, but I kept my hands on my new multi-function trolley (Note to T.: I USED THE MALLET) and focused on finding all the right screws. And so maybe the Astros lost tonight, but at least I have a place in my new kitchen to store my knives.

I do not know what I will do to get through tomorrow night's Kerry Wood v. Brandon Backe matchup. Perhaps I could install a new ceiling fan in the bedroom. And maybe it will fall off during the night and kill me before we get to Sunday's Mark Prior v. Roy Oswalt.

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The Astros looked marginally better tonight, actually scoring some runs for the first time since last Sunday, though poor base-running cost them two potential runs, as both Jeff Bagwell and Brad Ausmus got tagged out on the way to home plate. Clemens pitched better, I thought, than he did last Saturday in St. Louis (though with less impressive results), and went 2-for-2 (woe to the Astros when their best hitter of the night was the pitcher, though I was grateful for that Bagwell bomb in the third even if it was a solo shot). Willy Tavares made what sounded like a spectacular throw to the plate to get Derrek Lee for the third out in the eighth inning.

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In observance of my continued exile, I listened to Pat and Ron instead of Milo and Ash (in actuality, it was just the pleasure of listening on the radio and not the internet that made my decision). Ron complained repeatedly about the humidity and the high temperature, and when I heard the fans stupidly start up the wave somewhere around the eighth inning ("That's pretty dumb," grumbled Ron, "they ought to pay attention to the game") I felt such a wave of homesickness wash over me that I actually sat down and cried for a minute -- but maybe that was just because my Astros were losing.

Comments

[rbs]

Willy T's throw in the 8th was indeed great. For some reason I thought he had no arm on him, but apparently he does. Lane's catch was also great, although if he had muffed it, it would have gone to the wall and 2 runs would have scored. On the other hand, Ausmus' strikeout in the 7th (maybe the 6th) looked really weak; why am I not surprised.

Note to all: If you're in NYC and need to watch the Astros, go to O'Connell's on Broadway and 108th St. If Mike is bartending, he'll be happy to put the game on if it isn't already. (He had 8 separate games on at one point tonight.) If Aisleigh's there, well, she's not a baseball fan, but she'll put it on anyway.

[Nancy]

I can tell that loss hurt. Excellent writing.

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