which was good because i was a space cadet
i couldnt eat, i couldnt work well.
when i got home i took off my clothes, laid in my bed, then put new clothes on
and then walked around my neighborhood.
just walked and listened to Fall Out Boy
i bought a burrito somewhere i never ate before
i just walked.
i was afraid to go home, i was afraid to drive anywhere, i was afraid.
then my man Todd texted me from Wrigley
basically saying he was scared too,
so i turned my phone on, tuned in the radio broadcast and listening to WGN
the station i grew up on,
while i sat on a bench in Los Feliz
it soothed me.
so i walked home.
8th inning, i tweeted that Javy Baez has power
and right on cue he bashed one right into the mouth of the wind
he stared at it like it was soaring to Wisconsin
but that old, cold, mean mean wind blew it back
but then the ghost of Harry Caray distracted the wind, just for a scootch
and the ball landed in the Left Field basket.
“nothing but net” tweeted the Cubs
and that’s all it took to win the game
thanks to a beautiful 9th inning of flamethrowing by the closer Chapman
the rest of the night was watching Donald Trump fallout
and me not believing how good all of it could feel
ALL OF IT