I live a very simple existence. I want a lot but I don’t need much. So I am asking fate to bring me just one little thing for my half-century birthday (sigh) two weeks from tomorrow. I would like to see the Astros win the World Series.
Granted, being given Donald Trump’s fortune, Brad Pitt’s looks and throwing in world peace might be an easier wish. Particularly so if the Astros continue to play as they did in last night’s disappointment against St. Louis.
But that is really all I am asking for. First they beat the Cardinals and then defeat whomever they might face in the Big One. I don’t even care how many games it takes. It would make a 50- (oh my God) year-old man happy.