If there's no trace of No Traces come Monday - you can blame the Cubs. I stayed up until 2AM this morning - just hoping - praying - that somehow they'd get the cob out of their butt and start playing ball. Talk about a bunch of lethargic, no-spark, no hittin', crappy pitching millionaire (questionable) ball players. Shameful. My mama could pitch / hit / field / run better than any one of the Cubs I saw playing the last two games. Good God.

I don't know why I subject myself to Cubs madness. I suppose it's because I was practically born at Wrigelyfield (wouldn't surprise me if I was actually conceived there - sorry mom - I need some levity this morning). Once a Northsider - always a Northsider.

Still, I'm in pain today. I couldn't even drink my beer last night. I dumped almost a full can down the drown at 2:15 this morning. Lainey looked at me like I was mad (she's English - and Tetley's is one of England's finest)... I'm in pain, but I have faith in my Cubs. On to Saturday - Cubs are home...

Now -- LET'S GET SOME RUNS!!!

Oh -- have a nice weekend! Get out there and take some nice photos of the world around you...

Listening to: Chicago - Frank Sinatra

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