Blame it on McLane, Yost is Toast, and Other Brew-haha’s

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

After missing history at Miller Park Sunday night, I was not going to stand idly by as the Cubs took on the Astros once again Monday afternoon. Come cheese or high water, nothing would stop me from paying my penance to the baseball gods. Thanks to Theodore Roosevelt Lilly, I nearly ...

I Did Not Z That One Coming

Monday, September 15th, 2008

[caption id="attachment_2465" align="alignright" width="309" caption="'Los points to the sky after recording the final out, courtesy of Chicago Tribune"][/caption] People sometimes wonder why I nerdily keep score at every baseball game that I attend. The answer is always the same. "You never know when you'll be at a no-hitter. This scorecard could be ...

Apparently, I’m An A-Hole

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

It was despicable. It was inexcusable. In fact, it was downright traitorous. There I was, a lifelong Chicago Cubs fan cheering loudly, exchanging some spirited man slaps, sitting in the right field bleachers enjoying an ice cold beer. Problem was I wasn't in Wrigley Field. I was in Miller Park. Inside the park of ...