Why?
I'm aware that all hope is lost, but come on.
Losing to the Astros at Wrigley?
Revolting.
The Cubs are now 10 and a half games behind the St. Louis Cardinals, and 6 games behind in the wild card.
Apparently, somebody had some loose lips with the Rich Harden being claimed off waivers thing, and the Cubs were never thinking of letting him go.
Also apparently, that means they're attempting to make a run at that wild card.
Well, attempt dammit.
Tonight it's young Randy Wells against Brian Moehler.
Is Randy still in the Rookie of the Year hunt?
Maybe, and maybe that'll at least inspire this team.
Win one for the kid, guys.
Okay, still haven't caught Mr. Musky.
Yesterday, well there was the whole lake, wide open.
All for me.
I was anchored in a spot, going for a walleye with a leech down at the bottom.
It's lazy fishing, you just drop the bait to the bottom of the lake and hope you're on top of a structure that holds fish.
And wait.
I see a boat off in the distance.
It's put-putting along.
It's coming right at me.
It stops about 30 feet away.
Inside the boat are two women and one man and between them a total age of close to 300.
It's possible, I think, that the one woman on the left was alive when the Cubs last won the World Series.
They anchor.
The whole rest of the lake is vacant.
I know that they're doing the same thing I'm doing, because the World Series lady says, "The only way I'm putting a leech on my hook is if he crawls on there himself!"
They all laugh.
The guy baits her hook.
In about a minute she says, "Oh LOOK! I got a walleye."
When they boated 2 more, I pulled up my anchor.
"HAVE A GREAT DAY!" I say.
And put-put myself back to shore fishless.
Later, I walk to the lodge and find out the Cubs lost to the Astros.
FanTAStic!
I hate the Astros.
