It was a mixed case because my favorite beer at the time was Yuengling’s Lord Chesterfield Ale. Along with our hoagies, we would sit at the 600 level just to the right of home plate. Game three’s collapse in the ninth inning was bad enough, but we could always come back in game four because we thought no one could beat Steve Carlton. Tears in the eyes of the baseball throng at the end of the night could not be seen because of the unrelenting light rain. Those sins didn’t wash away until the end of 1980 post season. It was good competition and it was ashamed we didn’t play the Dodgers that year, but the Houston series was the best I had every seen. I still remember waiting in line for the 80’s playoff tickets at 10:00 PM, and the ticket office opening around 8:00 AM the next morning. Some people didn’t make the wait and had to be physical passed overhead, like some rock concert, to get out of the melee. But I digress, yes Davy Lopes and his speed crushed us in game three back then, so I’m glad we have him at our side for game three in 2008.

Let’s turn up the heat and go 3-0 tonight in LA. These 8:30 games are killing me, being that I have to be up at 2:15 for work, but that won’t stop me from staying up for the duration of the game.

i think lopes even said he was out.