When you've spent hours on the lake throwing giant musky lures that don't attract a musky, it's not unusual for something like this to happen.
The loon just popped up - I guess they can swim forever under water - and delivered his evil anti-Cub loon message. Obviously, he had some kind of loon-complex or something, and was just looking for someone to unload on.
I tried to smack it with an oar, and it reminded me it was endangered as it swam away.
But I nailed it with a beer can anyway.
Uh, hello fellow loons.
I see Big G got a fracture from that Pirate line drive the other day. What other minor leaguer will get a Big League start when Gorzy's turn comes up next? Or will it just be the return of Odd Job Silva? Here's an oucheewawa story about the two most expensively disappointing teams in the NL - the Cubs and the Mets - who play in just a couple hours. Look at those numbers!
Okay, I gotta get back out on the lake and not catch a musky, because I'm loony.
Go Cubs, or something.
