I was literally scared to even turn the game on. I was convinced that 2017 would end just like 1980 and 1986 - with unimaginable heartbreak. Winning a Game 7 on the road was just too much to ask for this young team. Finally worked up the nerve to turn it on and accept my fate around the 3rd or 4th inning. Couldn't believe it was 5-0, so I held my breath and just waited for the inevitable Houston choke job. After each inning, I started to believe a little more that this was actually going to happen. I stood in my living room all by myself for the last 2 innings. Whole family was asleep (boys were only 6 and didn't care, wife hadn't jumped on the bandwagon yet). When Tuve threw out that last runner.....I couldn't even breath. It was a moment I had been waiting for for 30 years. I couldn't scream because my whole family was asleep. I didn't know how to react, so......I cried. I cried like a little b**** for a good 10 minutes or so and had to sit down to compose myself. Literally one of the greatest nights of my life.
At home watching every pitch with my older son. Still blown away by how ho-hum that game was. I remember the McCullers RBI…and Springer HR…and then Morton threw a pitch that just cut so well and I told my son, we’re going to win the WS. I can’t remember what inning it was. He got mad at me for jinxing it, but I couldn’t jinx Charlie that night. I literally knew at that moment, we’re about to do this…and all I could think of was my grandparents who’d been dead for sooooo many years but who loved the Astros and gave me that love…and how they never got to meet my son (not even close), who also loooooves the Astros. My wife came downstairs and took a picture of me and my son in the moment that it happened. He was wearing his orange jersey and he had it pulled up over his nose…I was sunk into the chair I was sitting in and clearly crying. Not a great picture, but also what a great picture. Ground ball…right side…could do it. God, I wish my grandparents could have seen that! On the other hand, I still shared it with them. They say you’re not dead till there’s nobody left to remember you…they were absolutely remembered that night. Jesus, I love this stupid team. I had a stressful day…thanks for this @ima_drummer2k
Locked away in my very dark bedroom with nothing but the tv on. Prone position on my bed tightly gripping and biting my pillow with every pitch. Then went out and celebrated with friends that were at the local drinking hole.
I was at home in Austin, just a couple weeks before leaving for The Antarctic. Had enough time to buy my Astros 2017 World Series Champions hat which I proceeded to wear to the bottom of the world
Literally thinking "that's it" in a questionable way then got happy. Altuve threw out the runner. Great Job by Charlie Morton.
At neat bar that eventually became victim to covid lockdown and shut down business after. I was the only Astros fan there. Watched with a coworker, who I was in direct competition with for a promotion - who ALSO was a huge Dodgers fans. So a rivalry, adding a little more intensity. When they won it was still surreal, like everything in world was alright. And I eventually beat the coworker on the promotion lol, so used as bit of symbolic superstition to carry me through. No amount of controversy will ever change the experience, that was really "our" year during and after
I watched it at home. The memorable thing for me was that my wife was really happy about it. She is often cold and mean and a lot of times I question my marriage. But that memory is one I think of to sustain our relationship, because it reminds me that, at least for one night, my wife was happy and excited for me about something that on the surface seems really meaningless and that she wouldn’t have otherwise cared about at all.
Had just closed on my house with my soon to be wife and it was our 17th day of ownership, which is also my favorite number. Only furniture that had come in was our couch and new tv, as everything else was either in transit, slowly getting moved over, or at our old place. I took the time off this evening to sit in my new bare home to watch this game! It was truly a new beginning for myself and the Astros!! #LFG!!
Had a damn final interview in LA that day for a job based here at home. Had to fly back to Houston during the game (we lost wifi during flight) and landed in time to catch the last 2 innings at the Bush airport Marriott. Had a victory shot and headed to the pub to celebrate with the boys. Got the job. I should have just went to the game in my suit. Funny enough next time I switched jobs was in Oct of 22. Maybe I just need to change jobs next fall to ensure the dynasty.
Just like many Houstonians, I had to wait until the final out to ensure we got the championship W. I enjoyed the long-awaited taste of victory at Hay Merchant (RIP) with friends and strangers! A spot of many Astros games watched. It is missed!
I still remember that exact quote. Why? Because that game has been on my DVR for 6 years. And it will never be deleted, no matter how many times my wife asks me to. Yeah, I know I can find it on YouTube any time I want. But that's just not the same. I love that your wife took a picture. For Game 6 last year, I was playing a gig. I had talked all season about how amazing it would be to witness that final out with my boys, but instead........I was at a freakin' debutante ball in East Texas. In the middle of a song, I saw all the dads by the bar watching the game on TV throwing their arms up. It was too far to see what was going on. Then my trumpet player (a season ticket holder) tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a thumbs up. And then my phone started blowing up. That's when I knew. Anyway, my wife sent me a video of my boys watching the final out. When Tuck caught that foul ball, they started screaming and running around the house with their hands waving up in the air, up and down the stairs..... Awesome.
