Kinda holding my breath today.
I cannot believe I'm going to find out the fate of Ted Lilly via a tweet.
That's just so...un something.
Yet here's this from the mobile device of Jason Stark, about an hour ago...
Theriot too, I guess.
Well, we'll see pretty soon.
This magical season continues. Last night we watched "Anchor Man", then Wyatt and I killed some bad guys in "Borderlands", and finally I decided to watch the game.
So unlike most of you who must have turned off the tv right at that moment, I...turned it on.
Marshall was just getting yanked, and in came Cashner.
I stood in front of the tv for the half an hour or so of straight Colorado hits, unable to move. I've seen paintings by Bosch and Dali, I've been broadsided by a speeding '63 Chevy in my old Bug, and I just saw "Inception", but for surreality none of that stuff can hold a candle to the Chicago Cubs when they're in the grip of their own selves.
Holy Mother of God.
In the meaningless half of a meaningless season, the Cubs continue to....oh wait...
Ahh, I guess I'll just get back to waiting.
I'll keep putting up these tweets:
So, it's apparently over.
