Classic "Dude, don't move, there's a ladybug on your arm" tactic.
Starlin Castro went 0-5. Paul Maholm was on the hill. Prince Fielder was in the opposing dugout, and he loves hitting at Wrigley. All the indicators of a rough night were there, and yet the Cubs prevailed. Having watched most of this year's games, you can understand why I'm shocked at this. Sometimes all it takes is the grace of god and a questionable call on Jhonny Peralta's slightly shitty throw to first.
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