Once in a blue moon, you see something happen in a Cubs game that absolutely fills you with wonder.
It's the magic of the game.
Makes you feel like you're 8 years old.
Yesterday Kris Bryant knocked the living snot out of a Rubby De La Rosa knee-high fastball and it went 495 feet, almost hitting his own picture in the new electronic scoreboard.
What used to be behind that thing? The Budweiser roof place?
Four. Hundred. And. Ninety. Five. Feet.
The longest in the Bigs this year.
I found this Mitchell and Ness page in honor of the 2015 Home Run Derby, which shows the longest homers at every current park (no Mickey Mantle stuff).
Dave Kingman hit one 550 feet at Wrigley in '79, the longest on this graphic.
But Bryant's blast would be the longest one at 20 of the 30 parks shown (pretty sure I counted right).
So... kind of legendary stuff there.
(note, I got done writing and just looked at the ESPN results page, and it says it only went 467 feet. Whatever, ESPN. Thanks for wreckin' my fun.)
Then Miguel Montero comes up in the 6th with the bases loaded and shows his old team what they let go.
Then, I fell asleep.
I am sick as a dog.
They gave me steroids, antibiotics and cough medicine with codeine.
Today the Cubs play the Cards.
They've lost 9 of 13 so far to the team we all want to beat the most.
I will be in front of the tv with like, hot tea and toast, my head on a stack of pillows.
I bet I don't fall asleep...
Lastly, these two shots make me so sad.
I really liked Mike Olt and even though he went and turned all White Soxy, I hope he does well.
Okay, gonna go lay down til the game starts..