The Nazis also celebrated things. Just saying.
What a fucking weekend. One no-contest loss followed by two blown extra-innings games against the Cards. One game where we were outhitting them 11-1 and only up by two runs. Of course we blew it. Of fucking course.
Then Sunday, Zambrano goes on to rip the only other legitimately excellent pitcher on the team. No, he doesn't go after Marcos goddam Mateo or Jeff fucking Samardzija. He thinks he'll make hay by sniping the one stellar guy in the pen, who happened to have a few off fucking days lately. But hey, let's look at something he said:
""We should know better than this. We play like a Triple-A team. This is embarrassing. Embarrassing for the team and the owners. Embarrassing for the fans. Embarrassed — that's the word for this team.
A-FUCKING-MEN. Zambrano can be a bit of a douche at times - and spectacularly so in throwing his teammate under the bus - but holy shit is he speaking from my heart. It's getting pretty fucking hard to wear my Cubs hat around town knowing that it's an outward signifier of a mirthless, punchless, worthless team.
And not the Lovable Losers of my childhood - no, this is an overpaid, under-talented, whiny-ass bunch with overspending King Hippo in the goddam driver's seat. The owner says he wants to build things the right way, then keeps on a team president who KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT BEING A GODDAM BASEBALL EXECUTIVE. We're gonna nurture a top-flight farm system, then TRADE ALL OUR PROSPECTS FOR AN UNDERPERFORMING STARTER ON THE DL. We're going to reach out to the fans, then FUCK THEM WITH ANOTHER TIER OF EXPENSIVE TICKETS AND SEVENTY MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING DOLLAR BLEACHER TICKETS.
It's a bad time to love the Cubs. Fuck you to the Rickettses for making me wistful for Tribune Company management.
But hey - maybe we can take a game from the Reds. Lord knows I hate myself enough to watch.