After the play that started with the DeRosa hit to right, had the Pagan/Uribe bump, the outs, the umpire conference, all the Cubs being put back on base, the Ozzie argument, and the Ozzie toss, I went in the kitchen to get a Bud.
My wife Kim was in there.
“What happened on that play?” she asks.
I’d just gotten done watching it.
And I’m a man.
SMART MAN would have said, “You know dear, I’m really not sure. But all the Cubs were safe and the guys on tv are acting like it makes sense, and it was entertaining as hell.”
STUPID MAN would have done what I did, for I am mostly STUPID MAN.
I explained it to her without really knowing what I was talking about.
Sometimes, STUPID MAN can do this and not get called on it.
Other times, STUPID MAN does get called on it and turns into ANGRY MAN.
I’m sure I ended the conversation with something like, “…ALL I WANTED WAS A STUPID BEER.”
Next – did you see the Cubs blow the giant lead over the Rockies in the top of the 9th last night? Where Scott Eyre came in and couldn’t stop the hits, and then Bob Howry, his arm taxed by the workload from the Sox series, comes in and gives up the lead?
Normally, I’d try to break the tv with the force of my pushing the “off” button.
But I was happily doing the painting I’ve posted here.
So when the absolutely improbable happened and the Cubs (Soriano!) got two runs back to win (in the bottom of the 9th!), it was just too late to do the painting for that game.
And you’re lucky.
I was going to paint myself throwing up my own heart and then happily eating it again.
Because that’s exactly what that game felt like.
Okay, 4 games in a row.
What weirdness can happen today?