Acceptance

Damn. The Cubs really suck. Now I know, I know, everyone likes to tell me they suck because it's apparently cool to hate the Cubs, but I mean....they REALLY suck. It pains me to have to say it, but it's true. I mean, let's look at the facts:

-the closer wouldn't know what a save was if it hit him in his goggles (yea, I'm talkin to YOU, Kevin Gregg).
-the best hitter is some poor kid called up from AAA Iowa (much love, Jake Fox, much love).
-their best starting pitcher is apparently human and not immortal after all (Ted Lilly, my heart breaks....)
-and their starting catcher is apparently a giant pot head (suuuuuuuure, it was an isolated incident, Mr. Soto. And how then do you explain your expanding waistline and total slackerness this season? I know....the MARY JANE, that's how).

I'm contemplating finding other ways to spend my time. Because apparently following the Chicago Cubs this season is a HUGE waste of it. Perhaps I could take up skydiving? farming? underwater basketweaving? pot smoking like Geovany Soto? The options are endless.....