There are very few things in life as satisfying as victory. The taste of success is sweet and complements almost any dinner. In fact, your recommended daily dose is “as much as possible.” And yet, I still find myself wanting even after the most delicious triumphs. Thankfully, often hand-in-hand with those aforementioned wins is the savory anguish that the enemy wallows in.
Yes, the despair of the Mariner, the Athletic, the Ranger, and the Astro is the Angels fan’s most exquisite delicacy. Though the cries of the Houstonian have been in short supply of late, we have gotten quite our fill from the other three sources.