After writing my poignantly passive piece dedicated to the joys of having the Chicago Cubs as an arch rival, dear readers galore made it very clear that I appear to be dangerously teetering away from the party line of anti-Cubness — that my newfound and lighthearted regard for our despised enemy rendered me anything but a bad@ss.
For that, I apologize.
Weakness was not my goal. Rejoice in dominance… that was my tune.
But since the sCrUBS are stuck playing the Pirates this week — yes, the effing Pirates, the team the Cubs can’t scrounge a win against — I felt now would be as good a time as any to restate my allegiance… to put the Cubs back where they belong: under my shoe.
So, now I present to you… If the Cubs were a marriage proposal…
Make that a double ouch.
Life at the bottom certainly ain’t fun and games, folks.
Hate me ‘cuz I made ya watch that, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.