The Wheels are Back On and Chugging Right Along

 

I had come close to giving up on the Cubs.  I expected a monumental melt-down.  And until last Wednesday, we had no reason to not expect that meltdown.  I mean…swept by the Astros at home, then lose 2 of 3 in Cincy and then losing the opener to the Cardinals.  This is it, right?  The new ’69? 

Hell no.  These boys in blue came back with a vengeance and within days, have the magic number down to 4.  That’s right, if the Cubs can sweep the Brewers this week, we have won the division and the Brewers will be 11 games behind us and most likely out of the wild card chase.  In three consecutive games,

We’re Cubs Fans, We Panic

Things haven’t been so great since the All-Star Break.  The Cubs have lost three games in a row and are in danger of being swept by the Astros.  Usually when Zambrano takes the hill, he is the losing streak-buster.  But when the only run the team scores is your own solo homerun, it’s tough to the win. 

I can’t comment much on the last two games.  Both nights, we have had friends that we haven’t seen in a while over to our outdoor bar.  The game has been on, but I haven’t paid attention to these last two games as closely as I normally do.  All I know is that

1984

Ok, so I know that the title is actually also to the name of a book.. but I’m going with it anyway. You see, 1984 was the year I was born.. and those of you who know your Cubbie shtick, you know that the Cubs had an amazing ’84 season. Being born in the same year that they had that great of a year, I gotta admit.. I’m pretty dissapointed that my parents didn’t name me Ryne, Rick, Jody, Frey, or Leon. Seriously. They had a ridiculous amount of sweet names to go with.. and I get named after one of Jesus’ Disciples. Wtf.