I made it official yesterday by changing my profile pic on my Facebook page. I mean, nothing is more official than Facebook. A relationship isn't set in stone until that relationship status ditches its "single" moniker and takes on a new life with the "In a relationship" tag. Then when you add the "In a relationship with ____" it gets realy serious. So, the same would go with my fanship. I took a little hell from my friends. I got accused of it being an April Fool's joke, but this is no joke. I'm all about the Cubbies this week.
My old Dodger fan habits struck again by me missing the first two innings, again. Day games, they are hard to keep up with. To me a day game means that I'm gonna be hungover by 7:30pm and wide awake because of the two hour nap I just took. Anyway, I turn it on, thanks to a head's up from Cubs fan #1 that the MLB package was free this week. It's the top of the third, Cubs trail PIT 2-0. I watch as Zambrano the Headcase gets the Cubs' first hit, only to get stranded on 2nd. He has trouble finding the strike zone but it is the Headcase. No big deal. I can feel the energy. At any given moment, our big bats are gonna come alive and we're gonna blow this thing wide open. Pena is gonna show that he was worth the money. Our $126 million dollar payroll is gonna pull through. By the eighth inning, I'm still waiting. It's 3-0 PIT and I remember the words Cubs fan #1 told me yesterday. Words to live by. "We're down 2-0 in the sixth. We aren't winning this one." The only difference is its 3-0 in the eighth. So, I learn that if the Cubs are down by 2 or more runs in the last third of the game, they aren't going to win. At least you can leave the stadium early which is something I can relate to. It doesn't matter in L.A. Up 2, down 2, no-no going. You're bailing in the seventh inning to beat traffic or to avoid a beating some baldy that couldn't handle his Bud Light is gonna throw at you.
Anyhow, game #2 is deja vu. No hope for a comeback. No rally caps. No late inning heroics. Just another loss and a no win, two loss record. 160 to go. On pace for a 162 game losing streak. 104th year is underway and it's looking grim. It's all too familiar. There's always next
I check the score again and it's 3-2 PIT in the bottom half of the eighth. I knew it all along. I knew these guys would pull through. It's a tie game. Soriano gets his first hit of the season to tie this bitch up. Two on, two out, some guy I have never cheered for, or heard of, in my life is up and I'm going ape shit. Tyler Colvin don't fuck this up. It might be another 23 innings before we have another runner in scoring position. YES! Colvin walks and ex-Dodger Blake DeWitt doubles in two. Blake joined the Cubs last year when the genius Coletti traded this young talented guy for 87 year old Ted Lilly. ANYWAY!!! 5 runs in, two on, two out. That's nine batters. We just batted around the order. Fuck U Do Me strikes out. We're headed to the ninth three outs away from our first win. There is hope that this could be our year. Marmol has Cubs fan #1 a bit nervous. Nervous? this boy is fire. 3 K's later, he locks in our first win. Good shit boys. Cubs fan #1 texts me "The beginning of a 161 game winning streak." I feel the same way...
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