With the Cubs leading 3-1 heading into the bottom of the 9th, you would think this game was over. Heck, I thought it was over long before that, having stopped watching after it was tied. I know the Reds, and once the Cubs tied, I figured it was good as over. Besides, I had a heapin’ helpin’ of lawn work to do.
Imagine my surprise when I found time to relax in front of my computer hours later to find that the Cubs had managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. And to the Reds, no less! Dusty Baker’s Reds.
Crazy. I guess even a crappy, incompetent baseball buffoon like Baker can swing blindly into a win once in a while. Of course, it helps that the Cubs are in the midst of a free fall that’s drawing comparisons to their collapse in 1969. Gotta love the unnecessary, additional pressure that silly curses place on players.
How far down the rabbit hole will they go? We’ll just have to continue to watch as Chicago travels to St. Louis. Until, then, buy a t-shirt.