Remember last season when the Cubs were kicking ass in first place, and as a Cub Fan you walked around with a big cocky strut?
Not happening this year.
In fact, just the other day my wife was saying how cute and...tiny my feet have gotten lately.
You know what tiny feet mean, right?
It means I have tiny shoes, too.
Last night in the 8th inning, everything was feeling pretty normal after Milton Bradley hit the double.
He was on 2nd and Theriot was on 3rd with nobody out.
Then Alfonso struck out and...
Shrinkage!
My beer seemed to be slipping out of my hand suddenly.
Then Kosuke struck out.
Whoa!
Had to hold my beverage with both hands.
Then the grounder from D. Lee leaving Ryan and Milton stranded.
I looked down and my feet seemed to be about 4 inches long.
There is nothing worse than losing inches.
But that's the story of this year and being a Cub Fan.
I'm somehow...smaller because my favorite team has tiny...bats.
They just don't swing like they did last year.
What would Dick Pole say?
Cubs get shut out again, zeero to 3 against the 36-41 last place Pittsburgh Pirates.
