Man, it's been that kind of season for the Cubs' bullpen.
But sometimes in the depths of disaster, one can find inspiration.
Just got back from Lake Powell last night, the Father's Day trip.
This is a new product I figure would sell like hot cakes.
New Cubs Hurl Sacks®.
Take last night for instance.
Wouldn't it have been great to have a Kleenex-sized box of barf bags at the ready, on the side table right next to your frosty cold one?
"Ball" says Bob Brenly, "Gregg's got a 2 and 2 count on Don Kelly."
Right about now you could just pull out a handy Hurl Sack®, open her up and start gagging.
AACK.
"Ball three. Full count." says Len.
WUURP.
"He walked him."
EARRLLL.
"That puts the tying run on first."
BUUUIIICCCKKKKKK.
"Here comes pinch hitter Ryan Raburn."
RAAALLLLLLPPPPPPPHHHHHH.
"Line drive to left field...Tigers win."
And finally, you know, just let it rip.
Upchuck.
Regurgitate.
Toss your Cracker Jacks.
All without ever leaving the comfort of your couch!
All without any mess!
Plus, I guess you could do Yankee Hurl Sacks® or Padre Hurl Sacks® - any team would work.
Man, this is seriously a good idea.
Scott Boras, if you're reading this, gimme a call.
I think I'm gonna need an agent.
That is a seriously beautiful place to go.
There's not always alot of clouds up there - they really make the place photogenic.
This shot was from the boat on the way back from not catching any fish.
Didn't really care.
This post was originally done for The Cub Reporter, which is a pretty cool site with some talented and nice people who asked me to guest blog there when I can.
