“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, in fact, we may even celebrate.
Also, I turned on today’s game to find Rich Hill in the middle of a no-hitter. I’d love for him to throw one, but I have visions of a worn out arm opening game three. Ye gods. Anyway, he gave it up, so bring on the rest.
Frustrated, incorporated. I scarcely need to tell you that for so many years that’s been us, Cubs fans. Anytime there’s a chance, a glimmer, a possibility of changing that, well, that’s reason to celebrate. What a year. And I promise, now, no baseball till Monday.
