
The finest time I've had all week.
During a week that presented me with illness and death, there's something so comfortingly dependable about baseball, so predictably joyous about the Cubs coming through when they really had to -- if not for their playoff chances, then to salve this particular fan's spirit.
Like the Beatles, I can always count on the Cubs to take me out of myself for a while. That's why I count myself lucky.
Go Cubs, go!
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about a baseball game. It takes me away from the world for a few hours. Nothing else I'd rather do to pass the time.
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