Seriously.

Does God hate the Cubs?

I can't take much more of this.  

After my run, and before the first pitch tonight, my heart rate was 62.  I strapped on the old heart rate monitor after the seven run, eight walk, what-the-heck-happened-to-Demp-and-the-bats mess of a game tonight and I was rocking upwards of 88 bpm.  

After Loney's grand slam, Sarah thought it best to put Lilly to bed.  After Manny's homer, Tory left the room.  And once Russell Martin went yard and my hat was chucked across the room in a true fit of rage, I was informed that my wife was "worried about what these games do to you, sweetie."

Classic.

I'll just say this...there is no worse sound in the world than that of all hope being collectively exhaled from Wrigley in October.

I hate that sound.  

But hope springs eternal with every new day at Addison and Clark.  Fall seven times, rise eight.  I still believe.  

Dude, I am so sick in the head...

Comments

[Luke]

Dear All Mike Tolerico Blog Readers -

In the event you do not go to church with Mike, I would like everyone to know that upon arrival and throughout church this past Sunday, Mike wore a Cubs hat with a piece of black tape across the logo.

His passion, whether it is hatred or love, knows no bounds.

~ a friend

[Luke]

Seriously?

Write another entry dammit.