It's gorgeous out.
The Cubs are playing the Sox.
I have gardening tools, various plants (including tomatoes) in those grocery store plastic cartons, and icy cold Tecate.
Man, IT'S A PERFECT SUNDAY!
I also have a grovel mat - a rubber thingy I can kneel on while digging up the freaking weeds and turning dirt and stickin' plants in the ground.
Every year, I promise myself I'll use the grovel mat rather than bend over for hours.
But you know what?
Stupid Jake Peavy, who you all know I so coveted way back when, just treated the sad Cub bats like they were nothin'.
Paul Maholm had it goin' on early, had the curve working pretty good.
Then back to back homers happened in the 4th, another homer in the 5th, and in the 7th they had 4, the Cubs had zeeero, and Maholm was spent.
The Cubs bullpen is just a tornado of crap, and it ends up Sox 6 Cubs nothin'.
A revolting sweep.
So I started out all in control with the gardening process.
Then, you know, Adam Dunn hits his homer right after Gordon Beckham hit his.
I whip the hose and break the dumb cheap plastic sprayer thing.
I'm getting mad and whacking the ground and throwing things around the yard and suddenly I go, "Uh oh. Forgot about the grovel mat."
There it is over where I started a couple hours ago.
I'm such an idiot.
I feel like I'm made of Legos, like if I bend something will pop like a Cub catcher's knee.
Just wait til I wake up in the morning (that'll be about the time you read this).
Is my prediction.
Anyway, the garden's as done as it's gonna get for this year.
So are the Cubs, but I'll save that for a later post.
LAST THING: follow Jim Baumbach today for I believe day 6 of Brian McNamee on the hot seat at the Roger Clemens trial.