by James Finn Garner
Of all the things that vex the Cubs —
That same sad old refrain —
From day games to Bartman to billy goats
We can add to that roster “rain”.
Rolling out the tarp may look simple
Hardly “mechanical”, ’tis true
Yet what can go wrong surely will go wrong
For those bleeding Cubby blue
The Giants have something to play for
And were lucky to get the game suspended.
The Cubs are still playing “Chicago’s Got Talent!”
But watching them can’t be recommended.
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