Feel the Wrath of the Windy City

All my limits and base proclivities for pacifism were flushed down the toilet, like this mornings coffee poop, when that god damn Cubs fan reached beyond his grasp and sent an earthquake of depression through the entire midwest last night. For those of you who have no idea what I’m writing about, I both envy you and want to poop on you. This game is ruining my October!

I find a little piece of sanctuary knowing that my lot as a “fan” isn’t as bad as the guy they has to usher out of Wrigleyville last night cloak and dagger style. My guess is that right now the poor bastard is cowering very alone in some dark basement on the Northside of Chicago – his loved one’s (if he has any left) are sympathetically trying to figure out how to to smuggle him across the city limits. The whole city of Chicago is after this guy. There are road blocks set up. The mayor has demanded blood be spilled. It’s going to be an old fashion lynching and if they can do it before sundown then we can brush guilt aside and just call it a ‘Sacrifice’ – because there is one more game to be played.