I got my Oakleys, and my Astros cap,
My Oswalt shirt, even though he left.
A bag of popcorn, and a chili dog,
And a big ole beer, damn, what a hog.
The umpires dusting off home plate,
This is the year, take a hand, dear fate,
We've got the pitching, and the hitting too,
Us Astros fans have paid our dues.
All we need is a break, or two,
And World Series, how do you do?
But it won't matter, I'll still be here,
Win or lose, year after year.
4/12/11 Alton Texas
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