And so another Cubs season rumbles toward the edge of the abyss, glancing down and teetering ever so sickly, then to wobble back onto the rails if only for a moment. Here I sit in bitter yet familiar disbelief as the Cubs let another golden moment slip away like a croc fart in a Flordia hurricane.
I should be more bitter, but I shall save the deepest depths of despair for the final blow, should the season end prior to post season play. Speaking of Prior, the wifes favorite little mound monkey had a great game today. Gee, looks like Mark's finally shaking off the pre-season jitters and getting down to bid'ness. Not a moment too soon, and thanks...pal...it's September, by the way.
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