Brewers 9 - Cubs 5: Harden Really Hates Facing the Brewers

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Brewers 9 - Cubs 5: Harden Really Hates Facing the Brewers

. Thursday, September 17, 2009

Rich, making it Harden himself. A HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA...SOB.

Well, that sucked. Even this late in a season as bleak as a German expressionist film, I don't like losing to the Brewers. It doesn't make all that much sense - as bad as we are, they're 5 1/2 games back of our suck asses. I guess their brief brush with respectability (Pot to Kettle: YOU ARE BLACK!) made them such assholes (see previous dialogue) that this formerly forgettable team has developed into an actual rival. As much as I now hate them, that's nice. Sports is a lot more fun with rivalries. You know what doesn't have rivalries? Polo. And they're all assholes.

blah blah blah blah AFTER THE JUMP blah blah. Yes, I meant to type that. It is not a placeholder.

Prince Fielder focuses intently on the photographer, who has a Hostess Fruit Pie in his pocket. The photographer's mangled vest, found later that evening, was the only trace of the poor bastard.

As good as Rich Harden can look on any given night, I wasn't too keen on Canadian Rich on the mound versus the fatties last night. You see, I'd been there on July 4th, when he honored America by giving up 5 runs in the top of the 1st to this very group of sisterfuckers. And I was right. His ERA versus the team from our timeshare to the north is north of 8.10, according to my expert calcuations. That's some shit right there.

"Look ... listen ... look. You're the least punchable guy on this team, son. Listen. Look."

What's even more frustrating is that the offense was only scoring runs when fairly far behind. It was like an annoying couple on the phone - "no YOU hang up first," except Cubs hitters were saying "no YOU drive in 3 runs first." That's a losing proposition, ladies and gents. Then again, so is Harden against the Brewers in 2009. A-Ram (13th HR) continues to be the light in the outhouse of this team, along with D-Lee. Fuku is now fully making me look like an asshole. Bobby Scales got two hits, which was two more than Milton Bradley. Geovany Soto could hit every pitch to the wall for the rest of the year and not raise his average above .250. Welcome to the long, slow, windup.

Le sigh.