10/02/2003 10:22:00 AM by Rob

Actually, I don't have much to say

First inning, two runs in, bases loaded, nobody out, and then all of a sudden Mike Hampton has a Hollywood-Quality Recovery, and strikes out the next three hitters, so therefore we do not score anymore, and I switched off the TV.

My family all yelped at me, and I turned it back on. But I simply said this:

"Game's over. Cubs Lose. You can't give away opportunities like this."

This club has worked all year with the big inning, preferably early, which gives our quality starters a cushion to throw freely, and we hold on, usually, to win. For a club that supposedly beats lefties to death, we didn't do the job. Carlos was disappointing in that he didn't bean anyone, start any fights or audibly screech any bloody latin curses to anyone. He pitched well enough to get no decision, which he did.

I could second guess Dusty's decision to even consider using Dave Veres (rhymes with "fears" and "queers"), but I guess he is looking forward to a lot of baseball to be played the next few weeks. We could play as many as 17 more games, and I figure he figured that he could rest the good pitchers in his bullpen, in a game that doesn't mean as much as some others may down the road.

And, my family. They are amazed at my ability to predict the outcome of Cub games, particularly when they consider that I cannot be counted on to remember when their band recitals are, where my wallet is or what their names are, sometimes.

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