via//chicago

np: "drain the blood" - the distillers

brody wants to be courtney? at least that's what the first couple tracks off of Coral Fang lead me to believe. crank up her vocals in the mix, add a little more melody, clean up the guitars. disappointing. but on to more important topics for now, ie - the Cubs.

what the fuck was that eighth inning last night? don't let the mindless morons lead you to believe it can be blamed on the fan who got in Alou's way of the foul ball. that was just the first in a series of blunders that buried the game for the Cubbies. Gonzo missing an easy grounder up the middle, Dusty intentionally walking TWO batters in the inning, or Farnsworth not being ready AT ALL to come into the game. it was just simply a horrid inning for the Cubs, and one that makes you wonder just how much truth there is to the curse of the billy goat. the Cubbies luck just turned so fast in that inning that it could have, and more than likely did, give fans the spins for hours. how could so much go so wrong in such a short amount of time? i wish i had the answers, but any of you out there who just started following Cubs baseball with this series can see just how much pain is involved in being a lifelong, die-hard fan. the fans out on Waveland were practically counting down the minutes until the celebration could begin, but maybe that's the problem. we're so desperate for the World Series to break the curse that we're beginning to count our chickens before they hatch. settle down and play the fucking game. don't worry about fan interference, don't worry about who's up to bat, just continue to play the excellent baseball you know you are capable of playing.

so i plea, Cubs players and fans alike, don't let this get you down. we aren't out of this thing yet. there's a game seven tonight and what could taste better than sweet victory served with a strong dish of revenge? we've got Wood on the mound, a rabid hometown crowd, and the motivation to kick some serious tonight. let's get it done.