Actually, what more can I say that hasn't already been said to death regarding the stunning collapse of the Cubs organization in the final weeks of play? Not much, but then again when has that stopped me from venting. After all, I started this blog so that I would have a place to read my own words prior to a Cubs world series in the year Twenty umpteen for-never. So, here are a few random thoughts regarding a most miserable year and the miserable after taste it has left in the collective mouths of 3 million plus screaming wild knucklehead never say die losers like myself who attended the coveted shrine to baseball glorification only to have our asses handed to us by a fate so horrible Steve Bartman himself could ne'er conjure up...APATHY, the dreaded cancer of the MLB, all rights reserved.
1) I began the 2004 year with three goals. The first was to secure as many choice tickets to see as many games as my schedule would allow. This was a mistake. Random tickets as presents are much more rewarding than trying to figure which games would mean anything.
The other two goals involved heavy drinking and something about a world series..OH, I remember, I wanted to drink heavily at the WORLD FRIGGIN SERIES. Sorry, back to typing.
2) I started this blog to rant, rave and glorify further the myth that would be the legend that would... be... MY world series WINNING CHICAGO CUBS!!! How ya likin' it so far? Yeah, exactly.
3) The only things missing from the start of the last baseball season was an epidemic of bubonic plague wiping out what was left of the injury ridden, shaken starting rotation. It was supposed to look like this, PRIOR-WOOD-ZAMBRANO-MADDUX-CLEMENT...Instead we got
To round it all off we had a ZERO for a closing pitcher by the name of LaTroy Hawkins, who in an interview after losing a game made it perfectly clear that while he could easily pick up a microphone and do a reporters job, no simple reporter could do what he does for a living. I beg to differ. As I recall, in that game, Hawkins threw a ball that hit a batter. With bases loaded. Scoring a run. Cubs lost by one.
Call me arrogant, but I COULD DO THAT!!!! And on the cheap, too.
This was the team that Sports Illustrated predicted would win it all, even plastering Wood's dominating, menacing mug all over the front page. This was the team, skippered by a one Dusty "we trusty" Baker, that would scream through the Central division and skip rope to a World Seried win in October?
So thorough was the disease which ate this team away from the inside that not even the announcers were immune. That reminds me...Later Chip, good luck in Atlanta, it was nice having your enthusiasm and honesty. Same for you, Steve Stone, I hope you stay under better circumstances. But for the rest of you whining, sniveling, crybaby billionaire nerdlingers who spent an entire season crying about the media, game times, game locations, weather and/or anything else other that the game itself and/or your inability to get it together to score ONE FRIGGIN RUN WITH BASES LOADED 3 TIMES IN ONE GAME, I...YOU...meh, ah, crap... Heres your hat, what's your hurry..just go.
I will always stand by my team, MY Cubs. I will refer to losses as "our" problems, the same as I refer to wins as "our" streaks. But I will not accept a team of millionaire children who expect to be handed a win and wonder why those eight teams who EARNED it are still playing games come October. No way. Jim Hendry has his work cut out for him, I'll miss some names next year, and others I won't. But I'll be there anyhow, another screaming knucklehead in the bleachers waiting to drink heavily at the World Series. Hey...I'll even buy one or two.
As always, Go Cubs, and...
say it with me, kids...
Wait 'til next year!!!
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