[bobbyd]

Nothing any of us do has an effect. We can wear dirty underwear as long as our team keeps winning. It doesn't matter. We can eat the same dinner at exactly 6:00pm each night while our team keeps winning. It doesn't matter.

Now, we can blame the manager.

[Cyclopean Squid]

I'm not going to blame Gar, the guy who got us this far. Lidge made a critical error, and a very costly one. But it's in the books now, and will be one to remember for both sides. Let this be a reminder never to celebrate before she's all over.

The real question is, can the Astros bounce back after falling from the Empyrean? We are locked in the frozen lake of Cocytus now, the waters made into ice by the mighty winds stirred by Pujol's bat. If we are to see Beatrice again, we must win at Busch, in the glow of the stadium lights and the stars.