baseball, finally

Baseball season. Yawn. I've never been a huge fan; I'm a fickle fan. When I lived in New York, well, we had two winning teams so we were a little spoiled. I remember watching the playoffs between the Astros and the Mets, and that was exciting.Now the Cubs, there's a hard team to love.

I went to one game last year, I loved Wrigley Field, I loved being there, it was so much fun, but this team is terrible. I mean, they just lie down and die. It makes it hard to feel good about them.

If I remember correctly, they won that night, despite themselves. Mike sulked on the way home in the humid night air.

"What's wrong," I asked. "They won.""Yeah, by chance," he answered grouchily, "They should have commanded."

Mike says: "I'm not excited about baseball season. Not really. I mean, I love baseball and all, and I'm happy to see it every day, but I don't believe that the Cubs are going to do anything this year. I believe that it's going to be a big smoke and mirrors thing. I don't believe we're gonna win anything this year. Third-place team at best. We suck. Again."

"Oh, and Robin wants to see a black cat streak across the field, and so do I, because at least it would be exciting and unexpected. Unlike the Cubs. Fuck."