I heard the score last night - nothing more about the game.
So I did this painting, assuming the Phils got to Mr. Lilly.
Anyway, gotta run.
ps: didn't get the musky, in case this post wasn't obvious enough.
Sutter's daughter, Alison, was in Angola (South Central Africa) recently to do some good.
She was there for 3 weeks with a group of people building schools and training teachers - a pretty noble and cool thing to do.
To thank them, the local people in the villages cooked their meals.
At the end, they gave them the highest form of feast: goat.
And as an added bonus, they invited the group to participate in the actual slaughter.
I guess Alison was the only one to uh, help out.
When she got back from her trip, she was showing Sutter the photos from the trip and this one was in there (well, I embellished a little).
He brought it to my office with the story.
Of course we figure it has a bit of special meaning to all Cub Fans: slaughter a goat and maybe even if Phillie Ryan Howard is safe, the ump's thumb will somehow point up in the air and he'll say, "He's ooout!"
I only read about it, but I guess yesterday Derrek Lee made a spectacular play on Ryan's grounder, flipped to Jeff Samardzija, young Ryan gets the thumb, and Phillie third-base coach Steve Smith gets the ejection in the argument that followed.
Alfonso Soriano with the winning homer in the 7th.
Cubs win 3-2.
The Cubs have won 7 in a row, they're 6 1/2 games in front of Milwaukee and 11 in front of the Cards.
There hasn't been a hundred wins on the North side of Chicago since 1935, when the Cubs lost the World Series to the Detroit Tigers.
In 1908, the Cubs had 99 wins.
In 2008, the Cubs have 85 wins with 27 games to go.
Hope they stay hot.
I read this quote from Ryan Dempster this morning in the TRIB: "... Aramis Ramirez … is as clutch a hitter as I've ever seen. Obviously, he smells RBIs, especially later in the game. It's something remarkable."
I think Ryan's pretty correct.
Remember Robert Duvall in "Apocalypse Now"?
In that scene where he basically says, "I love the smell of napalm in the morning... smells like... victory."
I immediately thought of that when I read Dempster's quote.
What. A. Game.
The STUPID radio wasn't working so good last night, mostly it only played a stupid, high, irritating whine.
I was teaching the children how to play poker (4 bucks to get in, 2 penny ante), when 12 year old Fritz says he thinks that static on the radio is wrecking his poker vibe.
The others all chime in with the same thought, so even though I'm the grown-up, I get out voted and have to turn the STUPID thing off.
After they'd taken my money, I turned on the radio again, and could barely hear that the game was over.
Pat Hughes was saying something about the game totals, and it must have been the static or something but his tone sounded sad, so I figured it was a loss.
"AND CLEAN UP THE KITCHEN!" I yelled at the kids as I went to bed.
With a hot cup of joe, I turned on the computer this morning and myyyy my how good that coffee tasted when I read the headline.
Ok, Rich Harden, in a couple hours do me a favor and just shut these guys down.
The rest of you go immediately to the Church of Aramis and give thanks.
I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to getting away from the Nats and the Pirates.
Gotta win those, but man those teams are lame.
Tonight promises to be a real battle between a couple of the better pitchers in the NL.
Cole Hamels is 11-8 with a 3.20 ERA, and remember he shut down the Cubs completely in April giving up only one hit over seven innings in a 7-1 Phillie smear.
Our stud pup Ryan Dempster weighs in at 15-5 and 2.85, and I think you know he's been sort of good at home.
So it should be a good one tonight.
It was different fishing last night.
I'm a little shy of getting too close to shore, and any noise makes me jerk my neck.
And while I saw a small herd (4) of racoons, and a loon chased my lure, and a beaver came up behind me and splashed the water with his tail (I damn near jumped out of the boat)... I didn't see the bear.
Also didn't see Mr. Musky, but I'm not done yet.
Okay Cubs, it's a real team tonight just a half game out of first in the East, so lets please keep the W's happening.
My day started out about 6 and pretty lucky.
I got in the boat, backed out a little, and before beginning the tough task of getting the motor started (it's one of those little motors that starts up like a lawn mower with the choke and pull string thing), I tossed my first cast towards where I noticed a weed bed and immediately boated a nice smallmouth.
But then I couldn't get the motor started, so I decided to row, stopping every once in awhile to throw a giant lure at the shore and not catch a musky.
Did that for about an hour, then went around a point to the lucky cove where I almost caught the musky years ago.
So, I'm rowing, once I get a little bit into the cove I'll be out of the wind and I can cast again.
The way the boat's set up, you row facing the front of the boat - looking ahead.
So I'm looking ahead and there at the end of the cove, walking along the shoreline, is a bear.
It's pretty far away, and I can't tell if it's big or small, but you know... a bear!
Before that moment, I'd lived my life hoping to never see a bear in the same space as me.
No offense to bears, but that's my deal.
I pulled out my crappy yet trusty Nikon and shot the lame video below:
The bear is that little tiny black speck going left to right on the "beach", and after I shut down the camera he walked into the woods there.
The breathing you hear is me after rowing for 15 minutes - remember I'm the fat guy from Chicago.
That's right, I forgot the motor doesn't work.
I paddle out into the middle of the cove and try to start it again.
A little disconcerting.
I watch where the bear went into the woods for awhile, and then decide to just mosey a little closer and begin the musky quest again.
It is truly a gorgeous morning, and if I'm gonna catch this musky, this would be a perfect morning to do it.
I cast a couple times.
Nothing, but I'm getting into that corner, my own personal magical corner where I hooked up with Mr. Musky last time.
And each time I cast a little further up the shore.
But once in awhile, I'll cast back behind the boat just in case I missed him.
So I do, and right when my lure is in mid flight, I see the bear walk out onto the same shore I'm throwing at, about 100 feet away, and these things flash through my mind all at once: 1) CAN BEARS SWIM? 2) REEL IN THE LURE AS FAST AS YOU CAN 3) HE'S SMALL, BUT HIS MOUTH IS OPEN AND I CAN SEE HIS TEETH 4) MOTHER OF GOD, THE MOTOR WON'T START and 5) I... KNOW THAT BEAR FROM SOMEWHERE.
I begin to yank that cord so my arm looks like The Roadrunner's legs in a Looney Tunes cartoon - like about 25 times in a minute.
Suddenly, whatever the mechanism inside that pulls the chord back won't pull the chord back, and I'm just holding a limp chord and looking at a bear looking at me.
Then, I made a noise.
Not a man-scream, not a girlie scream, but there was definite fear in it.
And the bear ran away.
I rowed as fast as I could back to the cabin, took maybe 45 minutes.
Kinda knocked the adrenaline out of my system, and I woke up the family and told the story.
Emily goes, "What kind of bear was it?"
I say I have no idea, but I saw his face. He was black, but his face was a lighter color. I know I've seen one before.
And Emily says, "Duh, he's on your hat."
She was right.
That's exactly the face.
So there you go.
Even in the Great North Woods with your mind a million miles from the Cubs, they show up anyway.
Man, this is a long post, sorry.
I got to hear the good part of last night's game when AM 720 finally came on (it only works at night up here).
It was 8-7 Pirates, and then the Cubs did that patented big inning thing and trashed 'em.
Geovany Soto with the 7 RBIs.
Gotta say, though, I'm a little more worried about Carlos.
And... I just went to Cubs.com, and the next game is already starting.
What I get for doing such a long post.
In any normal year for the Cubs, stats are something I don't pay attention to.
Usually too painful.
Mostly, they do well in homers, but that's about it.
This year is different.
They're right up there in almost every kind of stat you can come up with, even compared to teams in both leagues.
When they won last night in Pittsburgh 12 to 3, I looked up the run difference again, because that's the one I really can't believe.
The Cubs have scored (if my math is right) 184 more runs than the opposition.
One hundred and eighty four!
That's just mean.
That's a number Bill Belichick would envy.
The White Sox have 111 more, the Cardinals 65, the Red Sox 111, the Brewers 62, the Angels 52, and Tampa Bay 82 (it's early, and I'm doing math... if I'm wrong sue me).
And last night Tough Ted Lilly of the Valley of Death got the win in the laugher over the Pirates.
And oh yeah, the Cubs have more wins than anybody in baseball.
Of all the posts I've ever done, this has got to be the weirdest.
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