I think one of the best leads to Tuesday night’s debacle at Wrigley went something like “In the eighth inning the baseball gods awoke from their slumber, looked down upon the field, and realized the Cubs were winning!” That’s not allowed, I don’t think. Thankfully, those same baseball gods took pity on me last night by knocking my power out forcing me not to watch. But hey, hope springs eternal. Spring training is only five months away. The Cubs are young. And besides, if they really did make it to the series and win it all, I wouldn’t be the center of attention around here as much as I am now. To all those who have already sent their condolences, thanks. But if there is a baseball god, puhleeeeezze let the Yankees win tonight.
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