Wait til next year.
As a Vanderbilt fan, those words roll easily off my tongue.
I’d like to claim the credit for getting the Cubs in the playoffs, but I’ve done a piss-poor job of documenting my efforts. I have been watching, rooting, dying and rising from the ashes for the past month while we struggled to beat back the Brew Crew.
Let’s keep the season of destiny going, why don’t we!
I don’t know if I’ve shared the fact that before the luck of the draw made me a Cubs devotee, I had been a fan of the Orioles for the past 15 years.
They got shellacked 30-3 by the Rangers last night.
I’ll be expecting the Cubs to do what it takes to keep me a fan so that no bad juju rubs off of them. They couldn’t stand another curse.
When I arrived in Chicago, the Cubs trailed the Brewers and the Cardinals were closing fast. Now that I’ve returned from Wrigley, the Small Bears are looking down at the rest of the division. I’m just sayin’…
I haven’t written anything here in forever. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been avidly following and rooting for our Small Bears. I’ve just had a lot of other stuff on my plate of late.
But I am headed to the Friendly Confines on Friday for the first time in a decade to watch the Cubs whup up on the Cards and celebrate the 40th birthday of my best friend and Cubs sempai, the DogDoc .
Rumor has it that it might be twenty degrees cooler than here in Nash-hell. Praise the lord and pass the Old Style!
Yeah, I know I haven’t posted much lately, but it’s not because I haven’t been keeping up with our Cubbies!
In honor of our success of late and the return to the .500 line, I believe I will tip back an ice cold Budweiser in Harry’s honor tonight.
Apparently the Cubs decided to send “Likes to Fight Guy” to the Padres.
Great…maybe he’ll beat up Greg Maddux instead of the Cryin’ Mayan.
If you turn your ear toward Boston, you can actually hear the sound of thousands of assholes puckering.
The Yankees are coming on strong!
(Man, that pains me to type.)