As you know, I'm in the death grip of a Cubs-induced split personality right now: when the game is on I want the Cubs to win, when the game is off I think about the future and want to hurl.
Anyway, I turn on the game.
I watch the game.
The Cubs have this game in the bag.
I go to bed.
I wake up.
I make coffee.
I get the paper.
It kicks me in the nuts.
I keep cutting him slack because I've seen him, in person so I know it can't be a television conspiracy, I've seen him at his unhittable dominant scary best.
But it's not like you can ever go, "Awesome. MARMOL'S in. Game. Over."
Because it never is.
Every sports announcer other than Len and Bob (they probably have too) says in an amused sort of way, "He has no idea where the ball is gonna go."
I don't believe that - I think he has an idea, but that's about it.
And last night it was a bad idea.
A grand slam in the bottom of the 9th, and a 1-run victory for the Houston Astros.
Luckily, while losing this way to the Astros is revolting, it's also meaningless except maybe to Tyler Colvin, who homered.
Tyler's 8 for 39 in August.
He could use some kind of streak.