Stop!

Astros, please don't do this.
If I may try to put what your doing into a metaphor:
Your punching a pencil hole into a giant black blanket blocking the light. Ooo that was a terrible attempt.

You're going to give Drayton and Wade (and whoever else that still thinks every year can be '05) the hope they need to continue to butcher the fucking team.

Great. You're winning series and sweeping the Mets, and shutting teams out.
This is what Drayton needs to hear: every. team. gets. hot.
Every team gets hot once in a while. This is not the team clicking. This is not the team turning around the season and swooping down from the sky and snatching a wild card.

You know what the scariest thought is? The Astros finishing a few games out of the wild card.
Can you imagine the optimism Drayton would have after a finish like that? Enough optimism to sign pitchers. Pitchers like Woody Williams, Randy Wolf, LaTroy Hawkins, Dan Miceli, Jason Jennings.............................

Operator: 911 What's your emergency?

Caller: Yes theres a man here that seems to have shot himself in the head while simultaneous swallowing a cyanide pill! I think he's dead!

Operator: (background) god damnit another one. Yes sir, all our emergency services are busy dealing with the mass suicides around town.

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Ed Wade: Drayton sir! There have been mass suicides around town after the news our new signings.

Drayton McLane: Fuck 'em, it doesn't matter! Theres enough Mets, Cardinals, Cubs, and Dodger fans to fill them seats. We allready cater to them better than our own fans. Now go fire all those negro fellas working the gates!!