When the Houston Astros arrived in San Diego late Sunday night from San Francisco, they were 9-35 on the road. That record was haunting them, greeting them in every new city, laughing silently as they continued to fall.

San Diego fans were not kind to the Astros last night during the first game of the series as “Astros suck!” was screamed on numerous occasions, sometimes by the 7 year old kid sitting next to me. But the gods of baseball were kind to the visiting team. They decided last night was the night to end the suffering and torment so they blessed J. A. Happ with the pitching of his past and donned Jose Altuve the prince of the run.

And with steady and reliable pitching from Happ, two runs from Altuve, both courtesy of the bat of Scott Moore, and the short ninth inning from Brett Myers, the Astros held on 2-0 to end their road losing streak giving them that long-awaited tenth road victory.

It could have just been time, it could have been who they were playing, but I choose to believe that it was because the weeone and I were in Petco Park that the Astros won. Of course, we’ll be at Tuesday and Wednesday’s games here in sunny California as well as Friday and Saturday’s in Phoenix…so we’ll see if we’re the real good luck charm or not.

Regardless of why they won, I hope they walked away last night reminded of what it feels like to win on the road, of what it feels like to not hang your head in shame. And I pray to the gods of baseball that they find a way to keep feeling THAT.

Terri Schlather (AGirlintheSouth) is the tortured Senior Houston Astros Writer for Aerys Sports. You can email her at agirlinthesouth@gmail.com, or follow her ridiculous ramblings on sports, vodka and the weeone on twitter @agirlinthesouth.