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Okay wow oops. I don't know how I did this, but I totally fucked up the results of one of the games last night. The Astros actually lost the second game of the doubleheader 11-6 to the Reds.

I blame Troy Percival for not being able to preserve a four-run tie. I was too distraught to read properly. Thanks, Troy Percival, now get back to hanging out with Keith Foulke. Your punishment is listening to him explain how he has a hilarious sense of humor, so snap to it. We'll let you know when you're done.

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USELESS FUCKING TIGERS OFFENSE.

Nate Robertson pitched another COMPLETE FUCKING GAME, which like Bondo was his second in three starts, and he gives up one lousy run, and do you think the Tigers can do something with that? NO. Nate giftwrapped the fucking game for our offense but they didn't fucking want it.

Final score: 1-0, the most degrading final score possible.

Today was a weird day anyway. I got to spend time with my mom for the first time in a few weeks, and when I showed her the soles of my shoes have actually cracked in half she decided to take me shoeshopping (we didn't find anything), after she took me to lunch, and before she took me grocery shopping. And then she gave me money for a haircut. I don't like any of it. I need the help right now, I really do, and I'm grateful that my mother is so willing to help - and I mean genuinely willing, not grudgingly or anything, and I think she's glad to be in a position where she can do so. But I'm twenty-two and I live on my own and I absolutely fucking despise needing help from my mommy. It's frustrating and embarrassing. She knows I don't like needing it - she knew enough to tell me to ask for help when I need it, anyway, because she knows I won't ask on my own - but I don't think she knows how much I hate it. Hell, I didn't know how much I hate it until I got home, saw the score of that game, and started to cry. And, you know, it's a shitty game but nothing to cry over, so I thought about it and figured out that I was crying because I felt useless and stupid. I can't even buy my own food.

Anyway. Emo emo blah poor kid with the parents who can and will support her financially until she gets a decent job whine whine the end.

So, yeah, then I turned on the TV and watched the Red Sox waste loaded bases in the ninth to lose 5-2. Ugh.

But, the Astros shut out the Reds 9-0, which is exactly what the Reds did to them on Memorial Day, with Clemens starting each time, so that's kind of cool and revenge yay. =D

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Random Astros facts:

* Morgan Ensberg hit his twenty-second homer today. He's third in the NL for homers now, tied with Carlos Lee. In comparison, the AL leader is Teixeira, also with twenty-two.

* Roger Clemens's ERA after today's game is 1.41. This just in: He is not human. Seriously. He is an android with metal parts in key places and those metal parts will keep him pitching under 2.00 when he's eighty.

* As of today, the Astros officially suck less than the Tigers. This is a confusing concept, because my perception of my teams all season has been: The Red Sox, who are in contention and thus my good team; the Tigers, who like to hover around .500 and are thus my mediocre team; and the Astros, who are lucky if they can see .500 on a clear day and are thus my crappy team. But now the Tigers are at 37-41, five games below .500, and the Astros are at 38-42, a mere four games below .500. I do not like having to shake up my mental map of my teams, but I wouldn't mind if maybe I stopped having a crappy team and had two mediocre ones instead. That would be cool.