My expectations are that the Cubs will extend my summer.
They spanked Pittsburgh today 9-5 with a bunch of homers and good pitching and amazing play from…kids.
Geovany Soto, Kevin Hart (okay, he played yesterday), Sam Fuld – these kids are even more kid than Theriot or Fontenot or Murton or Marmol.
Imagine future freaking Hall of Famer Lou Piniella is your manager, he’s asking you to win games during a pennant race in the best baseball city in the country, and you’re actually doing it.
Sure, the Cubs were up pretty good, but Sam Fuld’s amazing catch in right field (and the subsequent double play)…that’s the kind of stuff where if you never played again you’d have something pretty cool to tell your grandkids.
I was buying mums for the garden with wife Kim at Home Depot (screaming prices, if you’re interested), carrying a pistachio retro-looking Fossil transistor radio with me when this play happened.
I believe the lady in the fern aisle thought I was really, really excited about mums.
Okay, tomorrow it’s me, Berardini, Ben, and The Judge in our seats for the last regular season home game.
Judge, let it not be our last home game.
Thank you.
