It was such a beautiful day, Wyatt and I decided to ride our bikes to the mall.
I had the transistor strapped to the handlebars, heard the big Cedeno hit to give the Cubs the lead.
The Fontenot sacrifice.
Cubs up 3-1.
I am a happy guy.
We park the bikes and go into the mall and there they were.
Ancient identical twins with hideous matching outfits.
I couldn't help but think of "The Shining", and I knew something bad was gonna happen.
If these women were on the same flight as me I'd changed planes.
They were so striking that I had to pull out my camera and take the photo that I did this painting from.
We were looking for a Gamestop, and after looking at the directory found that they didn't have one.
So we were back outside in a couple minutes.
I turned the radio on, and Kerry Wood was coming in.
Sigh of relief.
Then... you know the rest of the story.
It was exactly like being Jack Nicholson in The Shining's haunted hotel room, seeing the beautiful naked woman in the tub, they kiss and... she suddenly turns into the devil's wrinkled death hag.
So, gut-wrenching.
Awful.
Ronny Cedeno has the worst plane ride of his life, I'm sure.
I'm done with it.
You Cubs go to St. Louis and be the Cubs again.
Deal?
Now, it's 10:30 PM and the Chicago Bears have just absolutely beat the snot out of the Indy Colts.
So I've gone through every sports emotion possible today.
Oh please Football Gods... what if Matt Forte is this year's Adrian Peterson?
