Have you ever pissed on someone’s grave? If you haven’t, you should. Every time we’re in St. Louis I make a trip over to old Jack Buck’s grave and drain the dragon as I shout, “That’s a winner!” It makes me feel alive. This weekend, we have a good chance of pissing all over the last remains of the Cardinals’ season even if we’re not that good. Let’s just say I’ve been chugging cranberry juice all morning.
- Bruce Miles decides to torture himself and you for no good reason.
- As you know, Kerm is a big Notre Dame fan. If you are, too, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be reading Her Loyal Sons, now with shoutbox goodness. Talk about a long day tomorrow. Cubs-Cardinals at 12:10, followed by Notre Dame-Michigan at 2:30, followed by Cubs-Cardinals at 7:10. Make sure the refrigerator is full of beer, and then swallow your car keys.
- Yet another reliever Kerm would rather see closing than Dempster has been pretty good of late.
- No one seems to be talking about the fact that I quietly threw Hendry under the bus for filling this team with a bunch of impatient free swingers. What gives? I thought it was pretty obvious. Maybe next time I’ll add some “donut-eating lardass” comments just to clarify.
- When I get pumped up, I swear. When I’m angry, I swear. When I have no emotions, I swear. Sometimes, I swear in church. Like you guys didn’t give a “Fuck yeah!” when that idiot Dempster backed his way out of trouble the other night.
- Apparently, we have to win the World Series so Cliff Floyd can finally rest his crystal knees.
- Bruised Lee should be back tonight. You see what I did there, Sun-Times? I wrote a clever headline. Suck it, Mariotti-lovers.
- You’re not free from blame either, Tribune. Does Sullivan have a crush on me? Who gives a shit if I shave other than Anita?
- I may not win NL Manager of the Year, but at least I made yet another top five list.
Well, the cranberry juice is kicking in. Gotta make a quick stop by the graveyard before heading to the Thirdinals’ shithole. Enjoy the weekend series. It’s going to be a wild one.
-Sweet Uncle Lou
