So most of my family lives in Texas near Houston, and I grew up a fan of the Astros. They hold a soft spot in my heart. Living here just outside of DC, we've been going to the Nationals games since they were in RFK. We go every year. We've had partial season tickets for years with a group of friends, and not missed a season. One daughter goes to the opening day with her dad every year.
We have at last count, twenty Nat's hats, with about ten variations in the house. So the Nats beat the Cardinals in 4, to be the NLCS Champions. The Astros are battling the Yankees, and we always root against the Yankees. I also root for the Astros.
My sister sent a message that if we weren't rooting for the Astros in the World Series, she would fly up here, kidnap her Godson, and send him to reconditioning camp, complete with servings of BBQ, queso, Robert Earl Keen on Repeat and our Uncle Mike teaching the abbreviated history of the Independence of Texas.
I told my son her threat. He laughed and said, "Let's Go Nats."
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