I was at Wrigley Field last night, and all around me were the kind of annoying Cardinal fans that just sap your spirit.
Guy in front of me had the Pujols jersey and Cardinal hat on backwards, and he could not keep still.
Like some kind of nervous bird, all twitchy, talking to his buddy, not watching unless his buddy reacted to something on the field. Then he'd lurch up and yell, only halfway thru the yell figuring out if it should be a boo or a cheer.
This happened literally every 45 seconds.
So I left early.
Not that old Rodrigo Lopez had inspired any kind of confidence at all.
Did you see Yadier Molina's first homer?
That ball was hit so hard I think I saw Marlon Byrd duck.
So I'm listening to Pat Hughes and Keith Moreland on the way home.
I'm the only guy in the car, so it's not like there's any other distraction - nobody in the car to interrupt my listening.
And, honestly, I can't remember the play.
I'm listening and something exciting happened for the Cubs.
I immediately begin to push the volume button.
And I thought, "Why did I do that?"
Come to think of it, I do that all the freaking time!
I was listening just fine before the excitement, and yet I instinctively feel the need to crank it when excitement time happens.
It's gotta be some kind of learned reflex - maybe excitement doesn't happen that often and I instinctively feel the need to make it more exciting?
Who knows? Maybe it's a syndrome called Big Play Auto Radio Reflex or something.
Anyway, still SUPER EXCITED about the future and the prospect of a new general manager.
Had the Cubs dropped all 3 to the Cards I'd still be super excited.
But pretty glad they didn't.