Well, my dad does, at any event...definitely not the "We'll get it next year!" Cubs Nation guy. I kind of like those guys...the Kuciniches of the sporting world. Despite my overall ignorance. And, come to think of it, he's a fairweather, too. Because that was the only time he ever mentioned it, when they were kicking butt. And then we finally got a local team, they threw lots of money at it, won big, and *then* my dad buys tickets. That probably says lots about him too... Well, I guess you can say that somebody thought of your article today. Good to see your pixels, bunk. {{{Hecubus)))
If your Dad was a Cubs player, I'd say he was Keith Moreland, the guy immortalized in "A Dying Cubs Fan's Last Request" as the player most likely to drop a routine infield fly.
He'd see himself as Merkel, though. The guy who made a simple mistake at critical time and never got a moment's peace from then on... But I think yours is better, even without my getting to use the word "boner" (Thanks, Keith, for allowing me to contribute to this conversation, even though most sports fan chat still sounds like "Blah, blah *ginger*, blah, blah...it's freaky how much it actually sticks...score one for hormones, I suppose.
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And, come to think of it, he's a fairweather, too. Because that was the only time he ever mentioned it, when they were kicking butt.
And then we finally got a local team, they threw lots of money at it, won big, and *then* my dad buys tickets.
That probably says lots about him too...
Well, I guess you can say that somebody thought of your article today.
Good to see your pixels, bunk.
{{{Hecubus)))
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But I think yours is better, even without my getting to use the word "boner"
(Thanks, Keith, for allowing me to contribute to this conversation, even though most sports fan chat still sounds like "Blah, blah *ginger*, blah, blah...it's freaky how much it actually sticks...score one for hormones, I suppose.
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