by Sid Yiddish
We’re going back…back…back…
Hey! Hey! There’s a game today, but I’m not going.
No, I can’t afford it.
Seems to me only the privileged and the drunkards get to go and root for their team in the miserable Chicago rain, but misery is the name of the game, when the Cubbies are concerned.
So, like…are they truly worth the throngs of fans who become viciously unruly when the boys in blue are losing, or do they just booze it up with that last cupful of beer and when a swig is taken, realize that it’s just empty like that bullpen at the last half of the 6th?
It is neither magic, but perhaps more myth.
That, well, what if the Cubs were to win another pennant and go all the way and win that silver loving ashtray…
Keep dreaming losers, keep dreaming.
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