Admit it.
If you’re like most of us, by May of this year you knew the gig was up. After all, all good things must pass.
Maybe the Astros had been the envy of baseball for the previous seven years. But after the first two months of this season we all sensed that the Astros dynasty had finally fallen — and with a loud thud.
Seven for seventeen after the first 24 games. Ten games under .500 as late as June 18th with no end in sight.
And then?
It was like a miracle.