Man, this little stretch of Cub baseball is about as much fun as Swine flu.
Take my advice - get outside.
Think about something else for a little bit.
Even if you're in an apartment with a tiny patio up 4 floors.
Go to Jewel or CVS or something and buy one of those hanging plastic flower things.
Take care of it like a little pet and it'll reward you with...beauty.
Cause, you can't always rely on the Cubs for that.
I was lucky enough to go see the Hawk's victory last night with my cousins Jim and John and buddy Lenny.
Except for the Havlat hit, everything was pretty awesome.
A little Greek Islands beforehand, the absolute goose-bumps of the incredible video stuff they show before the Anthem, the Anthem, and then 3+ periods of loud, fabulous hockey.
If you were the woman next to me, I'm SO sorry about the foul breath and language, but you go to Greek Islands and you're gonna run into a couple onions.
I caught the end of the Cubs game when I got home, but had no idea Rich Harden had tweaked his back until just a couple minutes ago.
Why?
Because I took a day off.
Because I had a fabulous day outside, putting stuff in the ground and having a couple frosty cold ones while not thinking about the Cubs.
Seriously, they'll dig themselves out of this hole.
In the meantime, go plant something.
