I'm a 22 year old college student, who hopes to attend law school. While not hitting the books or selling my soul at summer internships, I live and breath Astros baseball, and baseball in general. I fell in love with the game as a kid, but sabermetrics has made me an addict.

I played little league and went to a lot of games at the Astrodome as a youth because I think it was my dad's mission to make me a life long baseball fan. While I always enjoyed the game, it wasn't until I found new ways of evaluating how teams won baseball games that I fell in love with it. Although, I think I can count July 18, 1994 as a game that showed me just how much I could love the game. It was a game in which the Astros were down 11-0 to the Cardinals going into the fifth inning, and the only reason my family was still sitting in the cheap seats in CF (by the canon) was so that my brother and I could run the bases. In spite of protests from my parents, I kept insisting the Astros could win. They did. 15-12 (I didn't get to run the bases though, never have never will I guess). That game taught me the most important lesson about baseball I've ever received: Above all, the only thing that matters is that there are outs left to work with—which makes them the most prized commodity.

The hours I don't devote to Astros baseball and blogging about my obsessions, I usually spend playing some implementation of Guitar Hero with my roommates or finding new and inventive ways to procrastinate. When not stuck in Georgetown, TX, I spend as much time as I can with my lovely lady friend, Laura. We're the proud puppy parents of Carly, a year old and half old black lab.

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