I’m speechless over the Cubs.
Wait. No I’m not. I’ve written some verse in haiku in memorium. If you’d like to join me in my haiku mood, please do so. If not, just lie in the grass and let the cold rain wash over you, as Jimmy did in the infamous Quadrophenia post.
Cubs sleep on the field.
If you build it, they will come.
A Field of Nightmares.
DeRest? Delayed Reaction.
D. Lee? Disaster.
Those were totally lame, I know. But it’s healthier than eating my emotions at this time. Mark DeRosa already has a post up about the loss which you can read here.