To White Sox fans, with love...

Sure, the season's over for you. And yes, those hated Cubbies made the playoffs and you didn't. I know, it stings. But you should make the pain your friend - embrace it. Become one with it.

It's not like next year will be any different. I mean, come on...you're in the same division as the Tigers and Indians. and Minnesota. Just enjoy the good times, think back on the happy memories, that perfect moment in time when the World Series trophy was yours, that fleeting
feeling of warmth and happiness.

You didn't see a bunch of Cub fans walking around in Astro caps back in 2005. Or clutching rosary beads, wishing for your squad to lose miserably. Yet I suspect there'll be lots of that, and more from the Sox Pride crew in the coming weeks.

It's OK. We ain't mad at ya. Stay cranky, Sox fans. Proud of ya.
Even the number one Sox fan himself, hizzoner, DA MAYOR, popped on a Cubs lid over the
weekend at a press conference announcing a Cubs pep rally today in Daley Plaza.

The Chicago Sun-Times ran a blurb on the occurance here.
Notice the southside-leaning tabloid did not include an actual photo of said occurance.
But at least it was mentioned.

Rumors that Daley plans to bulldoze Wrigley Field in the middle of the night should the Cubs
advance past the NLCS to the actual World Series could not be confirmed. But somebody oughta keep an eye out, just in case.

Holy Cow

Leaves are changing and the air is turning crisp and, by some miracle, the Cubs are still playing baseball this season. Somewhere, somehow, one can only hope that Harry is watching down over the Cubs, and enjoying their run.

Part of what's wrong with baseball today (sports in general) is the lack of characters. Harry wore his heart on his sleeve, and loved life and this city, and could put away his own share of the firewater and still show up for work the next day, and now we've got a couple of guys in polo shirts who you probably couldn't pick out in the bread aisle of the local Jewel foods. Wonder? Butternut? Len? Bob? All looks, sounds, tastes the same...

So, as we begin another postseason journey, another HUNT FOR OCTOBER! as the ESPN wanks would say, here's to Harry. This one's for you. Let's just hope Moises Alou doesn't show up to throw another spoiled-child-in-the-aisles-of-toys-r-us fit in left field after a foul ball.

Oh wait. He'll be at home, trying to get those choke marks off his neck, along with the rest of the Mets.

Boy oh boy...