Before we get to our frivolity and fun, a serious moment… Today is obviously the anniversary of a very sad day in American history, so let’s pause for a moment to reflect back.
Now, on to our fun. It’s not often that I talk about my Padres on here, but I figured I’d seize the chance, given that one particular Friar has been awarded a bit of an honor this week.
You see, Huston Lowell Street (born 1983 in where else? Austin, Texas) was awarded National League Player of the Week honors for his play last week – a week in which he went 4 for 4 in save opportunities, to go along with a 1.80 ERA over five appearances. The one run he allowed was actually the first run he’s allowed since June. In his last 23 appearances, he’s saved 14 consecutive games, allowed just the one run, struck out 22 batters, and limited opposing batters to a .130 average. Wow! It was the second time in his career he’s won the award.
I’ve already hit my quota of baseball stats and I’m just getting started. Anyway, Street is a former Rookie of the Year and All Star, and he has impressive career numbers. I’ll just leave it at that. He’s also one of the best closers to ever don a Padre uniform. Okay, he’s one of many, many elite closers to don a Padre uniform…and one of the least mustachioed. Among the great Padre closers are the Cy Young winning Mark Davis, the wax handle barred Hall of Famer Rollie Fingers, the fu-manchued, cigarette smoking, beer guzzling, RV driving Rod “Shooter” Beck (a man so cool that, while trying to work his way back up to the big leagues, he parked his RV outside of the ballpark of the Minor League team he was playing for, lived there, and had fans over after games to enjoy a cold brewski with him), the mutton-chopped, manchued Hall of Famer Goose Gossage, the goateed Heath Bell, and of course, the legendary Trevor Hoffman, who is undoubtedly one of the best relief pitchers of all time.
Sorry for the run-on, 109 word sentence. I was just in the mood for it.
But back to Huston. Okay, the guy isn’t super exciting, even if he trots to the mound while the uber-cool song “Stranglehold” by the uber-cool Ted Nugent blares over the ballpark loudspeakers.
However, he is not to be confused with thousands and thousands of paved roadways that grace the great state of Texas.
That is, because there is only one Huston Street.
You go, Huston Street!