Friggin' Astros. I thought, wow, I picked a good year to get into baseball. When it came to choosing a team, I chose the Dodgers just because they were the only team I knew for sure was a baseball team. I literally knew nothing else about the teams, I didn't even know that the Orlando Dodgers were a minor league team, and not the LA Dodgers before they moved to LA!

I actually wanted to get into the Japanese leagues. As I mentioned in a previous post, I read about the Hanshin Tigers in my Kansai book, and I wanted to follow them, but the highlights I found didn't even show the scorebox, and I can't understand spoken Japanese anyway.

In fact, it was all the fault of Kristy Thomas, cult leader of the BSC. I bought a load of the books a few years ago, but that was before I had a mobile device. I've been re-reading them for the snark (I'm taking an extended break — the next book is Kristy and the Secret of Susan, and I know it's going to make my blood pressure rise), and when I got to the book where K. Ron sets up a softball team, I could actually look up the rules this time, and that got me into following MLB. Freakin' Astros. All my homies hate the Astros. Anyway, yeah, I ordered the jersey before postseason, it only arrived last Friday, but at least now I have something to cry into.

Being a midget means I can buy kids' size and save myself a ton of money! It came up to £69.64 for the jersey and the t-shirt, including £6 postage.

I still think it's a rip-off, but what else is there for a prisoner in a gilded cage?