There will be a time when the Astros are a real baseball team. When fans pulling for the home club, not an in-state division rival, fill Minute Maid Park and don’t just scatter around to comprise a crowd of 18,712. When no-hitter and perfect-game watches don’t begin after the third inning. When a cheap, mostly nameless squad isn’t constantly associated with futility, failure and embarrassment. When the Astros of 1986 and 2005 are honored by the pride of 162-game achievement instead of the casual acceptance of 100-defeat seasons. That time is not now. It hasn’t been for three long, loss-filled, backward years. And after Rangers righthander Yu Darvish flirted with [...]