as the cubs fell to the reds 7-9 dropping them out of sole possession of first place in the national league central and into a dead heat with the houston astros with three games left to play in the season.
all in the friendly confines of wrigley field.
against the lowly pirates from pittsburg.
so im not worried.
houston cant keep winning every damn game, and if they do, good for them.
this is a three game horse race now. a sprint. a fuck you i aint losin any more games. every game is everything. and it will be mine in time.
cubs lost tonight to a terrible reds team but they lost after scoring seven runs from eleven hits. i can be ok with that because the pitching will never be that bad again.
tonight dusty baker is saying this is the bottom of the barrel. this is rock bottom gentlemen, this is as low as it will ever get. for if we get this low again in the next three days, then we’re out.
this close to going to the dance with the pretty girl.
who wants to go to the dance.
right over here you have mr sammy sosa. seems to me that mr sosa wants to go to the pretty girl dance. i just need one more person to want it as bad as mr sosa and we can all go. three days is all i need from you. lets do this for our buddy sammy sosa.
and the cub fans of chicago who will all lose their minds simultaneously spontaneously and internationally.
some of you have never and will never get this close to that bling and despite what mr steinbrenner believes this bling isnt sold in stores.
you have the chance to become part of not only world series history but major league baseball history, the cubs team that could. three days of rock n roll. three days of focus. three days of meditation and prayer. and three days that you will only experience winning.
thank you for your efforts today.
see you motherfuckers at wrigley.