Day 4 - Part 1: You Gotta Believe...

I wake up this morning feeling as empty as my stomach is. What a heartbreaker yesterday. I can’t believe it went down like that. I’m not talking about Marmol melting like butter in a hot pan, but how MLB.com froze up on me and had the nerve to say that there was a delay in play. Only to find out, the only delay was the delay in the Cubs getting three fuckin’ outs. How did they throw that one away? I actually know the answer to that, thanks to Sportscenter. But, to add to the dramatic effect, I will ask once again…HOW DID THEY THROW THAT ONE AWAY?!?!? For the last 100 plus years Cubs fans have been asking that same question about entire seasons. I can see the frustration. I can feel the hopelessness. I sympathize for them, for us. I’m one of them this week, and four days in, I’m already wondering instead of hoping. No longer wondering if this is our year, but wondering if they can get their heads out of their asses and tighten up. Give us Cubbies faithful the light at the end of the tunnel. That crack in the door that Bartman slammed on us. And yes, I am blaming that asshole because, well, simply because that’s what a Cub fan does. We blame the Bartmans! We boo our own players! We throw the ball back when the opposition hits a dinger on us. I can’t forget, WE ROCK “TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME”. That’s Chicago baseball. Not the imitation baseball played by our other stepchild of a team in the Chi. The true Kings of Chicago. The Diamond Kings. The Abe Froman-esque Kings of this motherfucker! Let it be known that this is still our year! All 103 of them have been our year, and this one is no different. We might cry and we might sulk. But we will not quit!
I look up and it’s game time. I click it on, only to see a ball leaving the park. That ball was definitely ot hit by a player in white. Back to earth I go. I will be back, my team, they need me. I will leave you with this one…Kind of random...