Endless Bummer

Nationals -12

Cubs - 5

This dugout needs an exorcism. The power of Christ compels Lou! The power of Christ compels Lou!

I wore a black armband to work like it's Armistice Day, and ate Ben and Jerry's for breakfast like a fat secretary. It's a strange feeling knowing the Cubs won't be playing into the early fall this year, as they have the past two. In fact, this time last year I was mired in a mini-controversy over vacation planning vs Cubs playoff tickets that lasted the better part of a week, and forced me to defend my fandom against every Old Style-chugging Lakeview asshole in the city. Read about it here. Better yet, listen to me talk about it here. All that over a girl I'm no longer with. (Spoiler alert: Cubs got swept in 4, and I was able to go on vacation.)

What am I supposed to do now?

First off, I'm going to read all the great short novels. Maybe attend some poetry slams (or "flowetry" as they say on the streets). Learn to cook fondue. Things normal folk do. Maybe get a driver's license...maybe, not sure if I have the time.

I'm going to throw a post-mortem, well, post, up later today with commentary on individual players. I just can't right now.

Dan: Chicago baseball is in your hands, now. And your links are coming.