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

Cranberry juice? What, are you on your period?
Personally, I’d opt for asparagus…
Lou, just for fun one day you should go up to the Fox broadcast booth and drain the dragon on Jack Buck’s waste of seed.
Draining the dragon on me is an action that, if allowed to go forward, would leave a foul taint upon this game and the legacy of it’s greatest players. Players like Stan Musial. Bob Gibson. And Rogers Hornsby.
Joe, if it was David Eckstein pissing on you, you’d take it like the girl from the (alleged) R. Kelly video.