Good morning Chicago!
Ok. That doesn't sound right.
My gas light came on while on my way in to work this morning. Times are hard when tears well up at the thought of having to sell my Cubs tickets to fill up my tank. Besides, what's more important? Work? Or a lazy sunday afternoon spent basking in the glow of the summer sun, surrounded by the most passionate (or blind) fans in baseball? Of course I could be working. I SHOULD be working right now. But I'm not. Gas prices are too high and I'm concerned about the Bulls. My stomach hurts because I still hate the Sox and I think Jerry Reinsdorf is an old codger. I'm wishing the Blackhawks would make some noise to get people interested again. Finally, I'm too busy praying that the Northsiders save some runs for the important games. The Bears are who thought they were. And its too much. I'm spent.
I think for the Cubs/Sox series I'll take the El. I hear its nice this time of year.
