Monday, June 23, 2008

A case of the Mondays

If you're a White Sox fan in a predominantly Cubs-friendly office, then today is probably not going well. But once, you've sifted through the cute "your team sucks" e-mails, take solace in the fact that it's late June and your Pale Hose are leading a division they probably don't have any business leading. Besides, it could be worse.

And if you're one of those overly-giddy Northsiders peppering pro-Sox co-workers with catcalls, realize it's only late June and your Cubbies still have a long road of curse-reversing to do before you can die in peace.

That being said, this weekend at Wrigley was more lopsided than Placido Polanco's head. The Cubs unequivocally emerged as the better ballclub, Lou pressed the right buttons more often than Ozzie and Aramis Ramirez played like he'd never been a Pittsburgh Pirate at all.

For a fan base that falls head-over-heels for their team anytime they show any glimpse of brilliance, you understand why this incarnation of the Cubs is so appealing. That 100-year anniversary business just adds fuel to the fire and pictures like this only enflame the most sensitive of North Side sensibilities.

7 comments:

Ricky O'Donnell said...

When do we get a post about why the Tigers suck?

Stevie said...

Chitown baseball teams should be so lucky to havve a second baseman as productive as Mr. Polanco year in and year out.

Reggie Noble said...

@stevie:
Agree. Although Ryne Sandberg did a pretty nice job patrolling that area for over a decade.

Bruce said...

Actually PP's head is symetrical when viewed from the front. One must view a profile to truly appreciate the lopsidedness

Reggie Noble said...

@bruce:
What's the hat situation? Does he even need to write his name on the inside lid or is it just implied that it's his?

Anonymous said...

Anyone else not notice MLB pimping caskets??!

Just 'cause we're bereaved doesn't make us saps

Reggie Noble said...

@ace:
I mean that's really the ultimate slap in the face. For Selig and his goons to get one last pop out of your dollars even after you've seen your last inning.