When I went mad back in early March waiting in an online queue for over four hours to land crappy, view-obstructed upper deck Cardinals/Cubs tickets for the September series at Wrigley, I was more than positive that my time spent in idle agony would eventually pay off — that, come September, the games would really mean something.
Heated battle for first place in the NL Central.
Wild card implications.
Wrong. Wronger. And WAY WRONGER.
Instead, what we have is a barely breathing, leaderless (no, Albert ain’t the leader) and underachieving Cardinals club squaring off against yet another maybe-next-year, embarrassment-infected sCrUBS team going nowhere. That’s right. The Cardinals/Cubs series will end as just another series between two kicked down and beaten up teams that no one cares about.
And that hurts.
Of course, it could hurt worse… like my ‘lil man here explains:
The Cards and Cubs are injured bad alright. No question. But at least they wear cups.
So we hope.
(thanks to C for bringin’ this kid to my attention)