I'm talking about game 2 of the Cubs v Brewers doubleheader yesterday, of course.
2 outs top of the 9th Cubs up by one Kevin Gregg on the mound and you know what?
I turned it off.
It's busy and I need some sleep.
So I'm like half way up the stairs when I get a text from Cousin Gurke.
"How the MFing hell does he not catch that effing ball?"
And it takes all the wind out of me.
I go back and turn on the tv in time to see a replay, as Starlin Castro drops the liner.
Now I hope that the entire Cubs Nation doesn't come down on young Starlin.
Yeah, he's been the starting shortstop for long enough for us to have certain expectations, but he's still just a kid.
He's learning still.
What did Starlin learn last night?
That you can not lose your concentration even for one second until the last out is made.
You know why those Giants games were SO awesome?
It's not that the Cubs won, it's that they won one-run games.
Don't they seem like the rarest for our favorite team?
It was like beautiful flowers were growing in the yard, and the giant mean lawn mower decided to mow around the precious, fragile things.
Ah well, maybe in the years to come, as Cub wins actually become more important, Mr. Castro will remember the lesson of the delicate flower illustrated here at Cubby Blue.
Have you noticed that it's foggy and crappy and raining out?
My fault, sorry.
Because I bought tickets for tonight's game...