Before we sat down, I remembered that I forgot to bring a pen and I wanted to take notes. I asked a beer vendor at the counter if I could have his, and he said, "Five bucks."
Then I looked and the pen had a Viagra logo on it.
Remember what I said about seeing signs?
Our Cubs were spent.
Ramona Bilunas and her husband sat next to Grog and I - she had the other agency seats. I did this painting from a photo I took late in the game. Literally everybody had that same expression.
Hoping for hope.
After, the mob I was in walked down Clark Street like the Night of the Living Dead.
A couple people joked, but I was wrung, dude.
Nothin' was funny.