Hi, you guys. My name is Trumbsy and I have been cheering for the Cubs.
I realize that the first step in overcoming such a horrifying trauma is to talk about it. So, I trust that this is a judgment free zone and that we can all be honest and try to help one another through this very trying time.
I'm not proud. I know that this goes against all that I've known forever and ever and my elders are probably cursing me with irreversible hexes from the grave.
BUT WHY CAN'T THOSE CANCEROUS BUTTSTAINS MAKE IT HAPPEN WHEN IT MATTERS???
I cheer for them to lose most every day, yet when I find the rare opportunity in which their success would be useful to me, THEY FAIL SPECTACULARLY.
This chase for the division will be a fight to the death and I feel like I've shown up to a gun fight with a toothbrush and a wet rag. I'm just not prepared.
I need to go to the liquor store.
The good news, is that I can go back to hating the Dubbie McDubs this weekend like all of our spirit animals have intended.
THEY CAN TAKE MY SANITY, BUT NOT MY DIGNITY!!!
(I am clearly an insane person.)
The playoffs should be fun! I'm really looking forward to that, you guys!
But seriously, let's just lock down the division and get this crazy wild card stuff out of the way. Let's get this going.
Onward and upwards. Go Cards.