Boy oh boy, tonight's clash is between the unimpressive Seattle Mariners paying a visit to the energetic Houston Astros at the ever-neutral Minute Maid Park. Pay attention now, though the Mariners are leading in the regular season records with 28-20 to the Astros' 25-24, their recent visiting history is patchier than my Uncle Ernie's whiskers.
On the mound for the Mariners, we've got Emerson Hancock, who this season seems to be moonlighting as a batting practice pitcher with a ghastly 6.39 ERA and a WHIP that's higher than the cost of my ex-wife's shopping spree. On the flip side, you've got the Astros flaunting Ryan Gusto. He's got himself a rather uncomfortable 4.86 ERA but at least his strikeouts-per-nine-innings is cruising at a hearty 9.7.
Swingin' the sticks for the Mariners, we got Leonardo Rivas and J.P. Crawford, who've been hotter than a jalapeño's armpit, but their power numbers are softer than my Aunt Martha's meatloaf. Now, if we tilt our eyes towards the Astros' corner, we have Jeremy Pena and Jake Meyers, who've been smashing the horsehide quite nicely this go-round.
Taking a look at the cave paintings from the past, these two teams echo the screaming ego of a high school dance-off, each wanting to outperform the other. But then peddling through the recent results, they're far more interesting than my cousin Timmy's Sunday soirees. The Astros thumped the Mariners on their last play, a loud and clear sign of domination.
Sticking my neck out here and risking a case of whiplash, my chips are piling up on an Astros win. Even though their season record is waxing and waning like a disco ball, the Astros seem to hold the scales slightly in their favor, especially at Minute Maid Park.
Albert’s Prediction: Houston Astros by 3