Those were the sweet, loving (and wise) words of the lovely Mrs. Southlandish last night. We were floating the pool, enjoying a happy hour cocktail. I had just finished waxing poetic about the Cards sweep of the Brewers, the fact we were only one out in the loss column and how I now had a meaningful Cards/Cubs series to watch this weekend. I had assumed, as usual, she was only pretending to listen when she decided to break out the buzz kill. Is it any wonder I love her?
Alas, echoing IM's prior post, I am still going to make myself miserable and follow every goddamned inning. Moths to the flame, you know....
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At least it is an afternoon game at Wrigley today, that way I'll know early on if I want to drink in celebration or despair tonight.
Despair it is. Nothing like pissing away Looper's best pitching performance in two months.
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