I was wrong about the Astros back in April.
No, this last extraordinary baseball week didn’t go ultimately the way I’d hoped, but it would be wrong to say I’m not glad for some people that Game Seven turned out that way.
As much as I love the rivalry and as much as it energizes me to root against that team, I’m a Jose Altuve fan and a Carlos Correa fan and a George Springer fan, and I’ve been on record for while calling Chris Devenski my Favorite Pitcher That I Hate.
I’m thrilled for Kevin Goldstein, whom I knew way back before he’d charted a path to pro ball that, at the time, almost nobody else had.
The city, this year in particular, deserves the kind of joy that this must bring.
But the truth is there’s one person who I’m really genuinely super-happy for, after the best non-Rangers post-season I’ve ever experienced ended the way it did.
Congrats, Pete. Really cool.