I missed the Cubs saturday for the first time this year. Work had me hopping and there was no way to listen to even a second of Pat Hughes' expert play by play, or Ron Santo's heart grabbing gafaws over ever swing and pitch. Sorry guys, I wont let it happen again. Our guys won that game and the next as well, if only just barely. Doing so, they are tied for first with the Reds. Cool. Now, lets see what we can do to make out spot on the top of the scoreboard flagpole less crowded, until then...QUIT FRIGGIN' RAINING. I'm not sure the exact amount but I think I heard that in the last week we have had over four hundred squintillian bazillion gallons of rain. (My four year old likes to do weather forcasts. He has an autographed picture of Tom Skilling on his wall. I'm worried about him.) The problem with the rain is eventually, you get wet. Worse, eventually...you get rained out. I hate rain outs,since I have adjusted my life to the set Cubs schedule. It's hard to switch gears like that...one minute I'm shining up my leather flame Doc Martens for a marathon Mahjong party in the park, the next thing you know I'm running to back home to catch the game...it's not natural. Then again neither are my obsessions for the Cubs and making up stories about Mahjong.
Ah, no matter...As long as they win, I will deal.
-K
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