…made up this schedule?
Seriously, how many hours are in a baseball season?
Lets see, about 183 days time 24 equals, uh, well like a million, right?
So after a million hours, we have to wait until 9 o-freaking-clock to watch the Cubs whoop up on the D-backs?
That’s a stinky foul ball, TBS.
Teddy Turner, I know people in Atlanta are bored with baseball (they are every year – look at the stands), but they ain’t in Chicago.
Plus, you’re Ted Turner, don’t you have people smart enough to figure it out so you still make all your money and we can watch with a frosty cold one rather than a cup of coffee?
It’s a school night, dude.
Crime-in-knee!
Okay, that’s off my chest.
Now I’m trying to figure out why I hate the Diamondbacks.
So far, that’s the only thing missing.
This team stands for nothing, has no history or interesting tradition, I don’t know the players…
I think they have a pool in the outfield you can sit next to for a couple hundred bucks.
But, where’s the focus of my anger, man?
I bet I figure it out in the next couple days…
In the meantime, unlike 2003 where I was just freaked out with possibility, I’m sort of normal this time.
The Cubs are where they should be.
Maybe that’s enough to focus on.
But still – you Diamondbacks…I hope a black scorpion crosses your path.
