Summation of my feelings about Northside baseball this season in Chicago, IL, America: Woe. I didn't think woe was something you could still feel in 2010 A.S. (After Starlin) ; it's supposed to be reserved for Edgar Allen Poe or characters in a Dickens novel. And yet...woe.
Every time my soul is gorilla-pressed into the Empyrean by Marlon Byrd, it's yanked back into perdition by Aramis Ramirez. I keep looking up at the stars and down at the gutter and saying "eenie meenie miney moe."
So what else is new?
I've stared into the abyss. And staring back at me was Colby Rasmus Girl. Keep dancing. Enjoy your hill-person promenade.
i like the nod to yo la tengo.
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