Drunken Overseas Bettor said:
It's easy to bail on the team as the slump hits terminal velocity, but just remember, most of us are here because we love baseball and love the Astros. Even if they don't make the playoffs, you'll be missing them soon, so stick around these last few days. The older guard among us felt this way just about every season, by the way. The Astros made the playoffs when I was 6, 7, and 12 as a kid, then not again until I was 23. I was 30 before they actually won a playoff series.
And if they do fall apart the rest of the week and this bunch doesn't make it back to the WS until some distant day where we're all a lot older, but likely none the wiser, I think we'll still be OK having lived front and center for the greatest decade in Houston sports history.

That's part of the thing I've been wrestling with: I'm pissed they aren't playing well, but I'm trying to soak up whatever is left of Astros baseball this season.
We have 5 guaranteed games left -- and we have something to play for. I remember many years where we were out of it by August. Success is hard to sustain as players age or move from team to team. Even after all the success we've had over the last decade, all the adversity with injuries this season and Houston Oilers dysfunction, the Astros are still fighting for a playoff spot. I'm mad, frustrated, saddened, yet hopeful because I love this organization, and I refuse to get off this ride.
I don't think the golden era is over. I think it is just on pause -- with the team in need of some retooling and leadership change.
The July run gave a lot of us false hope because deep down, I think a lot of us knew that this is a fundamentally flawed .500 team. I mean, Dana going into the season with an all-RHH lineup? Pinning our pitching dreams on players coming back from major injuries? Losing two key offensive cogs of recent playoff runs? We got some good replacements, but injuries have really taken their toll.
Only one team stands as the champion at the end of the year. I don't think the Astros will be the last ones standing, but we have a little glimmer to get the opportunity to try.
So tonight -- I'll be where I usually am on nights during the spring, summer and early fall -- sitting in my chair, Astros on TV, cursing the lack of hitting with RISP or griping about balls and strikes to an ump who can't hear me, because like many of you -- I haven't gotten off this ride for nearly 50 years and refuse to do so now.