The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

I woke up this morning convinced we'd had another earthquake in the middle of the night last night. Nothing could convince me otherwise. Nothing other than the fact that we didn't. Apparently it was just some severe thunderstorms, but I swear my walls were shaking. Perhaps I should stop doing the crack cocaine before I go to bed, I don't know, but I'm telling you, something weird was happening. Granted, that "something weird" may just be me, but whatever.....

Cubs, could you break my heart any more? And what does Rich "Yes I'm Canadian and No I'm not Hurt...Yet" Harden have to do to get a break around here? The guy was LIGHTS OUT last night...he had a no-hitter through the 6th inning and only gave up one measly run (that happened to be the only run the D-Backs needed, but whatever). Cubs offense, where were you? Hello? Did you take the day off without telling anyone? Better not do that again because I'm thinking Lou's pissed. You don't want Lou Piniella to be pissed. Bad things may happen. Entertaining things, but nonetheless bad. The game is on WGN tonight so I will be fully prepared to watch a victory. Got it boys? Meanwhile, I watched the Brewers and Cardinals duke it out last night. I'm torn between who I should be rooting for because, let's face it, I want them both to lose. Knowing this is an impossibility, I focused on other important things while watching their game last night, like how in the heck could I have forgotten how hot JJ Hardy is. Or just how fat Prince Fielder is. Or the fact that in typical late summer fashion, Tony LaRussa's hair is becoming a bit mullet-like. Focus. It's a good thing.