Early rumors say that Prior is done for the season. Big. F@#$ing. Deal. Counting on Prior to pitch another inning in a Cubs uniform this year makes about as much sense as the plot of this season of 24.
Hey, we’re only twenty games into the season. No reason to panic yet. You don’t lose the division in April. These guys will start hitting when it warms up. My fishing buddy and I are going to figure out this lineup eventually. I used to play with Hank Aaron. There’s always next- What the-? What just happened? I think I blacked out for a second there.
I can’t believe the freak show that is the Chicago media isn’t used to having people not want to talk to them. Honestly, did anyone talk to the kid in your high school class named “Gordon”? Gordons eat their own snot and shoot bologna at you out of their retainers while they talk. Excuse me for wanting a bit of a breather from these guys.
Yeah, this team isn’t showing a lot of fire on the field, but at least Gerry Perry wants to kick someone’s f@#$ing ass. I’ve been trying to steer him toward Hendry, but kicking an ump in the teeth is cool, too.
If you don’t feel like this yet after yesterday’s embarrassment, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that the dickheads on the North South Side have won five of their last six.
I can’t speak for Kermit, but I swear this wasn’t me. All the poison-pen letters I send to ESPN are about their East Coast bias. And I sign them all “Hugh G. Rection.”
Well, the tarp is off, the beer is cold, and- Oh, shit. It’s already the bottom of the first? Gotta go.
-Sweet Uncle Lou
