Once More We Wait Til 'Next Year'
the Championship series is over, and the Marlins have won, 4-3.
the Cubs and their loyal fans will once more have to wait until 'next year' - whenever that fabled next year comes. because if we couldn't do it this time, in this series, with Prior pitching and with Wood pitching and with Sammy, Alou, Lofton, and any number of great hitter/fielders on the team, then when will we be able to do it?
the bright spot of the day was Dad's visit -he stopped by, driven over to hyde park in a black, shiny, snazzy-ass lincoln continental with tinted windows. totally pimped out, had a cool driver who performed a highly illegal excessive reversing move in the middle of 55th street with great aplomb. i was impressed. but yeah, i got to hang out with dad and show him the apartment =) which was good.
and we sang Bonito -read: opera- in Motet rehearsal today, and i found out that while i can HIT a B natural above the high C, it's really quite quite impossible for me to hold it at ff for eight long and painful beats. yeah. but it's fun to try.
and i've discovered that i can still crank out a draft five-to-seven-page paper in two hours in the middle of the night. hopefully it'll still sound coherent in the morning.
but oh, the Cubbies. how about them Cubs.
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I don't care if we never go back
So let's root root root for the CUBBIES
If they don't win it's a shame
So it's One-Two-Three strikes you're out
At the old ball game...