With Cam Smith at third base and two outs, presumptive American League MVP Yordan Alvarez walked to the plate. I was ecstatic. The Astros had a chance to get back into a playoff game they trailed by three runs.
To my girlfriend’s chagrin, I cupped my hands around my mouth. At this moment, I couldn’t care less what the people in section 315 at Daikin Park thought of me.
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“M-V-P! M-V-P!” I chanted in the loudest voice I could muster. Around the ballpark, I could hear just a few people
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