MISTER FADED GLORY
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Monthly Archives: September 2007
Number 17
“Put me out of my misery. All you suicide kings and you drama queens. Forever after, happily. Making misery…” Soul Asylum, Misery. Cheers, again, to the Chicago Cubs, division champs, and here’s to next week and a successful postseason. Tonight, … Continue reading
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Cubs clinch.
I guess that’s why you have a 3.5 game lead going into last Monday. You know, so your fans aren’t suicidal after a lackluster road sweep. (Scratches head furiously, points fingers everywhere.) Good win tonight, of course. Cubs are division … Continue reading
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If you say so
If I’ve learned one thing in a week of hopeless corporate drudgery – OK, I actually wouldn’t call it learning something – if there was one thing that I took away from a terrifying, time-wasting, motivational self-improvement seminar spanning more … Continue reading
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Words fail me.
I dunno. I don’t know how good they are. I don’t know how good the national league is. All I know, it would have been nice to win two games against the Marlins this season, either in May or now, … Continue reading
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What can I say?
I guess, if you told me that the Cubs would go 4-2 in the combination of two series against the Marlins and Pirates, well, I would have happily snapped that up. Still, that doesn’t make these last two excruciating defeats … Continue reading
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I won’t back down
So while I’ve been in corporate lockdown – training seminars – the Cubs have managed to look like a competent baseball team, surviving miscues by some, picking each other up when they’re down, and finding a little bit of power … Continue reading
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Number 19
10, 20, 30, 40 … Tell me that you wanna hold me … Tell me that you wanna bore me … Tell me that you gotta show me … Tell me that you need to slowly… 10, 20, 30, 40 … Continue reading
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Thanks, Houston
No matter if the Cubs rally to top the Reds tonight (Seriously, Z, what is it with Wrigley? Seriously, Cubs, what is it with Aaron Harang? Take a pitch!) … nothing is more infuriating than watching a team fold up … Continue reading
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Oh, hell yeah.
Exorcise the demons! An early lead by the Cubs against our inexplicable nemeses, who knocked us away from the playoffs in 2004, the Cincinnati Reds. Check. Two hits by Bronson Arroyo, as always. Check. A comeback led by Jeff Keppinger … Continue reading
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The Man.
Though a certain friend of ours made it interesting. But thanks to Daryle Ward, that’s a luxury they could afford. And thanks to Z‘s best game of the season, the Cubs can step on their rivals’ throats tomorrow.
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Patriots apologists, your time is gonna come…
You know us. there’s a few teams MFG generally loathes – former dynastic franchises like the New York Yankees or Chicago Bulls, media darlings like the Dallas Cowboys or L.A. Lakers, wannabe rivals like the Jacksonville Jaguars or Houston Astros … Continue reading
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He earned it.
Unlucky hop off first base by the leadoff hitter. Overrun by our supposed-future center fielder. No outs, tying run at third. And “Ice water” vaults us into a tie for first. Good things can still happen. And good job by … Continue reading
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One game out
Is no reason to fall apart at the seams. It was worse, later in the season, in 2003. Right? Am I grasping at straws? But seriously, these Astros. It’s like the Brewers or Expos in 2003, they just hurl crushing … Continue reading
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All this time
No. 20. Staind, Outside All the times … That I’ve cried All that’s wasted … It’s all inside And I feel … All this pain Stuffed it down … It’s back again And I lie … Here in bed. All … Continue reading
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No. 21
If I was thinking, I would have actually made sure either Danzig or Metallica clocked in at No. 21 with Mother or Creeping Death, respectively. Why, you ask? Because 21 is my number – it’s firmly in my number box, … Continue reading
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