I was hoping. And it looked pretty damn good there for awhile. Staying within 2 or 3 games of the Cubs until they arrived for the big 4 game set in Busch III.
But then they packed their bags, and, unfortunately for us, they seemed to include enough clothes to get them through the beginning of February.
How in the hell did that happen? I mean, Arizona is a nice story and all, but to get swept? Then lay down in Wrigley? Then have your ass handed to you by the Reds?
Ugh.
Well, at least I did not have to send in that couple grand for playoff tickets. Maybe I will go to Vegas and drop that on the early line for next season.
Now, excuse me while I wander off, open up the liquor cabinet, and get ready for tonight’s pounding.
