First let me say boo hoo. My beloved Cubbies (did I mention I was a fan?) anyway...LOST.AGAIN. BOO! From the deepest darkest recess of my fanaticism, boo hoo you.
Ok, I admit, we got us one banged up team, and losing to the Cards (by one stinking lousy no good friggin run drat, darn, meh) is not the end of the world, but still... And while I'm on subject... is it too damn much to ask that our injuries be normal ones? Sure, our two star pitchers are sidelined for God knows how long, then whammo- Sammy Sosa...SNEEZES? And Throws out his back? Hello, -tap tap-Is this thing on? Joke over, people...enough already. Since the moment I witnessed first hand the "Bartman ball" bounce away from Alou and into our cursed dark history, I have been assured that THIS WAS THE DAMN YEAR. THIS ONE. No more next years. And why wouldn't we think that? Sosa, *BACK SPASMS, Wood, *SORE ARM (post "TOMMY JOHN" pitchers with sore arms scare me more than rubella.) Prior, **GOD ONLY KNOWS, PICK A BOO-BOO AND RUN WITH IT... and of course...Moises ALOuooooooo -who isn't on the broken down list, but PEES ON HIS HANDS AND TELLS THE WORLD ABOUT IT. Thanks, Mo...just what the south siders need...yet one more poorly spelled cardboard sign to go with "Cork" and such. SO go ahead, guys. RAIN ON MY DAMN PARADE WHYDONTCHA? Sure, I'm not the only fan in the world who's worried. Sure, it's too early in the season to start sweating like Joe Borowski walking to the mound. Sure, The cubs are in second place EVEN with a team that's got more owies than a senior citizen square dance marathon. I fully accept that being a fanatic I am destined to be forever disappointed...fine. But really guys...one more dumbass injury and ...AND...
And nothin'...Go Cubs.
-K
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