“Kevorkian’s out, right?  Anyone have his number?”


I hate this team. I hate this ballpark. I hate Jim Hendry. I hate John McDonough. I hate Larry Rothschild. I hate Ronnie Woo-Woo. I hate Mike the souvenir salesman. I hate the brass brand in the stands. I hate Len, Bob, Pat, and Ron. I hate the blue flag. I hate the white flag. I hate the scoreboard. I hate the ivy. I hate the one lady they always show during the seventh-inning stretch. I hate the Walter E. Smithe Company. I hate Under Armor. I hate Wayne Messmer. I hate the “HOME OF CHICAGO CUBS” marquee. I hate the bleachers. I hate Yosh Kiwano. I hate the Batter’s Eye restaurant. I hate Chicago sportswriters. I hate The Score. I hate ESPN 1000. I hate the Harry statue. I hate Murphy’s. I hate Hi-Tops. I hate The Cubby Bear. I hate peanuts. I hate Cracker Jack. I hate Comcast Sports Net. I hate WGN. I hate Dan Plesac and Kerry Sayers. I hate Cubs.com. I hate Carrie Muskat. I hate scalpers. I hate shirtless Chads. I hate shirted Trixies. I hate all of you. I hate the Friday Roundup.

I hate going to get ready for the Braves. Have a shit weekend, jerks.

-Sweet Uncle Lou (I hate that nickname)