Biggio stood at the plate, sweat pouring down his brow.  It was the last inning of one intense game.  The Cards had stolen victory from the Astros before – would tonight be a repeat?  Biggio looked up into the stands to see the HYPF crowd screaming his name, towels spinning ’round their fists like helicopters. 

*SMACK!*

Biggio ate the Cards for breakfast with one sweet single, and the crowd roared!  Fireworks shot out over the downtown skyline, each spark beaming more brilliantly than the one before.

 Go 'stros!

 GO ASTROS!