The Pecan Park Eagle

“Last night I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I’ll never know.” – Groucho Marx.

Last night I had a bad dream. I dreamed that new Astros owner Jim Crane was forced to agree on a new deal for moving the club to the American League West n 2013 as a condition for MLB approval of his purchase of the Houston franchise. Then I dreamed that Crane fired Baseball President Tal Smith without even availing himself of the opportunity of talking with the man who had built this club twice into a major winner. Wait. It gets worse. Then I dreamed that Crane hired a new General Manger that was even less well-known than any of the kids on his forty-man MLB club roster and that his job was to do all he could to make the lineup for 2012 even more anonymous (cheaper) than it already is. Pretty scary, right? But hold on some more. These fearful visions turn out to be merely the cake supporting the icing of this full-blown gaga nightmare. Finally, I dream the Angels have signed Albert Pujols to follow us to the ALW as a permanent Astros enemy. In the dream, the Angels give Prince Albert $250 million dollars just to spend the next ten years in vicious assault upon Houston pitching as a helpless intra-divisional foe.

Sure glad this is all just a dream, but I’d prefer to wake up from it soon. Nudge me, somebody.

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