A Good Year for the Outlaw

I like to dart around the dial on my 1-hour nightly drives, from baseball to talk, and tonight during my 3-minutes of Hannity (it’s all I can stand…I try to stick around until I hear one of his insane gems, then I go away) Sean proved again how much of a clueless bastard he really is.

The topic (or course) was healthcare. Keep in mind that Sean – like every other right wing nut – has no solution and offers no ideas, he simply blasts the President and Congress unmercifully. He was berating a “liberal” caller (one of the shills he has call in with a predetermined comment that he then tries to blast away at), and said the following:

“America’s poorest citizens enjoy a higher standard of living than anywhere else in the world…they have toilets, they have clothes, they have automobiles, they have big screens”.

Yep, America’s poorest people ALL (according to Sean, since he didn’t qualify it) have big screen TV’s. And they ALL have cars. Sean then went on to add that “I’ve been in America’s poorest homes, and that’s what they have.”

Sean, I got a message for you, you weren’t in “America’s poorest homes”, you were apparently in “Malibu’s poorest homes”. Dude, you really, really, really need to get on some meds, and quick.

Hannity or Beck…who’s more insane? It’s pretty close right now, with Levin and Savage battling for the top spot with them. What a bunch of f’ing idiots. Kooks. Dangerous, evil, right-wing kooks. Period.

#4 is in Purple. Finally. What’s cool about it? Bear fans being beside themselves, that what’s cool.

I’m not even a big fan anymore, but I sure am enjoying the whining Bear fans (okay, that’s somewhat redundant) right now.

As I pulled into a parking spot at a major store this afternoon, I sat still listening to the final strains of a song from the great country singer Charlie Robison (if you’re not familiar with Charlie, see post immediately below this one to learn why). In front of me, a lady was finishing the loading of her vehicle. Behind me, right directly in my rear view mirror not more than 30 feet from my car, sat a cart “corral”.

The lady finished, looked around to see if anyone was watching, then pushed the cart right behind the Jeep parked NEXT to her, got in her car, and started it up. I whipped open my door and yelled, “hey, you gonna put that cart back? It goes right there!” pointing to the cart corral.

I got the usual response from lazy pukes like her…a middle finger as she drove away. Oh, btw, she had the same uniform as if she was a store employee. Dark shirt, khaki pants. But no nametag, so I can’t say with 100% certainty that she was an employee of that store.

So, hopefully she’ll read this, know who she is, and understand when I say “right back atchya, bitch.”

I stumbled upon an area radio station’s website the other day, as I sometimes do, just checking around to see what everybody else is doing. Our own radio station’s websites are scheduled for a relaunch with brand new graphics and styles within the next month, so I’m well aware how ugly ours currently are.

But I got a chuckle out of one thing I saw, on an otherwise very strong website, where a poll that asks: Who is your favorite NEW female country singer?

The possible answers are Miranda Lambert (first chart hit 2004), Carrie Underwood (first chart hit 2005), Kellie Pickler (2006) and Taylor Swift (2006).

I’m sorry to my friends at the station in question, but that ain’t “new”. What does someone have to do (Lambert, for instance, has multiple top 10 hits and is just releasing album #3) to be considered “established” in the world of country radio anymore?

Underwood, although undeservedly so, has won the “Female Artist of the Year” three years in a row. Swift was the “Horizon Award” winner, given the best “new” artist, in 2007. Pickler was nominated for that award in 2008 (two years AFTER her first hit, so you can see the CMA is just as behind the times here).

Country radio – I know, I was in it as recently as 2006 – treats TRUE “new” artists like crap right now. Why? Because consultants – most of them former Top 40 consultants who are now too old to be relevant in that format – are squeezing the life and size out of country radio playlists to the point where it’s down to about 7-10 artists that you will hear repeatedly, over and over again, on country radio.

If this keeps up, country radio will die. Period.

Country has to re-embrace what made it huge: It’s the SONGS, not the ARTISTS, that made country what it is. No matter who sings it, if it’s a hit country song, it’s a hit country song. The current path of destruction these consultants are taking is devastating to true fans of country.

Go ahead, bash away, but I’ve never been more right about anything in my life. Time will tell.

Today’s idea: Helping baseball get rid of ‘roids.

My rules would be simple and a helluva lot more strict than what we see today, and would instead of simply punishing the players with a slap on the wrist would punish the teams that signed them.

1. If you have a player ANYWHERE in your organization, from Major League to Rookie ball, caught testing positive for steroids, and btw this INCLUDES HGH, that player is out for 100 games AND he is out for the playoffs, no matter the level.

2. If you have a SECOND player in your organization testing positive in the same calendar year, he is out for 100 games and for the playoffs at his level, AND your highest level team affected cannot compete in the next available playoff bracket. In other words, one minor leaguer and one big leaguer test positive in November 2009, that team’s major league franchise is barred from the 2010 playoffs.

Any whining? Tough.

You want to talk about players policing themselves if this was put into effect, wow! You want to talk about franchises being discouraged from turning the other cheek? This is how you do it.

College athletic teams get barred from postseason when they go on probation, many times for things that happened during tenures of coaches who have long since left a school (see: Lou Holtz, about three times). Why do pro teams get a pass while the players get suspended? Make the FRANCHISES as responsible as the players for cheating. Then it gets fixed. Real quick.

Most of the ideas I come up with to solve the world’s ills are a) pretty stupid, b) pretty funny and c) just ideas that come blurting out of my mouth without thinking because I’m frustrated. That can be said about most everybody, if y’all would be honest about it.

But a few of my ideas are actually worth talking about further. I’ll give the simplistic version, and then let’s see if we can improve on it, or prove that it won’t work. Here goes:

We’ll start with immigration. Many folks are upset about people “pouring in over our southern border”, which is of course code for “I hate Mexicans”. But immigration, even to those of us who don’t hate people from Mexico, is indeed a problem. Building a fence acrose the border…in the 21st Century, mind you…is about the silliest and dumbest thing I could think of. Yet that was the Bush Administration solution. (If a decision was stupid, you can bet it was probably made by the Bush Adminstration).

The way I see it, Mexico’s government doesn’t seem to be too willing to help, which causes problems if only one side is working on the problem. So my idea starts simple enough.

Make it so as of (insert date here, make it soon, sometime in next few months), NO American travel will be allowed into Mexico. NO tourists to Cancun, or Cabo, or whereever else tourists go in Mexico. Also, NO Americans are allowed to cross into Mexico on the ground in California, or Texas, or Nevada, until Mexico’s government starts to match our effort to keep out illegals. Basically, let’s not let Americans spend one dollar in Mexico until their government gets off it’s arse. Can you imagine the damage to Mexico’s economy if there was no tourism allowed? How many Americans go to Mexico over Spring Break alone?

There, that’s the simple version. There’s obviously much more involved here, and it’s already been discussed among me and friends. One buddy, for instance, said “travel agencies would be crippled and pissed”, to which I say, “good, now they can help become part of the solution, too”.

So, blast away if you want, or better yet be constructive and either add to this idea or break it apart with intelligent commentary. But let’s start talking about doing SOMETHING other than “building a fence”. What do you think?

Not much ticks me off more than censorship. I won’t buy CD’s at EvilMar…er, WalMart…anymore because they ONLY stock “edited” versions of CD’s. “Edited” means “censored”. Plain and simple.

So when I see or hear censorship, I try to bring it up and make it known, so we can work on eliminating censorship. Funny how some folks think it’s our RIGHT to own a gun or as many guns as we want, and it’s our RIGHT to carry them on the street, but health care is not a right, and freedom of speech is not a right. Amazin’. But, while they carry on their fight, I’ll continue to carry on mine.

That all being said, there are different levels of censorship. Cutting out gratuitous violence and sex and language so a movie can be shown on “family TV” is one thing. Cutting out some things and leaving in others is what I call idiotic censorship. The latest case of idiotic censorship I heard came via CMT. Yup. They’re censoring country music. But this one is simply hilarious.

The Zac Brown Band, a talented bluegrassy/country/folkie new group, has a new song out called “Toes”. In the very first line of the song, Zac sings that he’s got his “toes in the water, ass in the sand”. On the video version playing on CMT, “ass” is not edited out. Good, I say to myself upon first viewing. Then comes the end of verse two where he sings that he’s going to “roll a big fat one, grab my guitar and play”. Guess what’s edited out? Yep. “Roll a big fat one”. No cursing. Nothing more than insinuation. Could be a cigar for all we know. But CMT’s wizards edit it out.

Now, keep in mind that a Trace Adkins song from a couple years back that mentioned the word “ass” saw that word edited out. So there’s already a double standard.

But now we have “ass” allowed and “roll a big fat one” edited out. Hilarious. And it gets better. Later in the same song, Brown mentions Jagermeister and Pabst Blue Ribbon by name, but they’re not edited out. Should they be? Of course not. But I’ve seen videos with brand names blurred on hats and t-shirts, so it somewhat surprised me, being that “roll a big fat one” was disallowed, that commercial mentions – and in all reality plugs – were left in.

Ah, the crazy world of censorship.

After another long day at the office, I hear late in the day that the two emprisoned American reporters are on their way home from North Korea with President Clinton. Good news, I say. So I tune in on the drive home and what do I hear?

“It was orchestrated!”, screams Sean Hannity, “they knew they were going to release them before Clinton got there! It’s pure politics!”

Followed by the top of the hour WLS news…yes, the “unbiased” NEWS…start with “reports are coming in that the North Koreans already had a deal to release the prisoners before President Clinton even left the U.S. yesterday!”

To which I say…SO F’ING WHAT?!?!? I freakin’ HOPE there was a deal cut before he left, it would have been pretty stupid for ANYBODY from EITHER party to go into that country without a deal already being done. WHAT IS THE BIG HAIRY DEAL?

I thought you right-wing wacks were concerned about American citizens over anything (save “god”, of course). The STORY is the two reporters have BEEN RELEASED.

Note to Sean/WLS/wingnuts: Grow the F up. Seriously.

I heard a promo on the Chicago sports station the other night for a NAZICAR race on ESPN this weekend.

The promo said something to the effect of “see the Rainbow Warrior battle it out side-by-side with Junebug…”

I didn’t know if I was hearing a promo for a stock car race or a gay pride parade.

Glenn Beck calls the President of the United States of America a racist. “Stands by it” the next day on his radio show. Says he “doesn’t like white people”.

Um, Glenny boy, are you saying the President doesn’t like his mom?

And the right thought the left was nasty to Dubya.

Loony tunes, I tell ya, these dorks on the far right. Loony tunes.

And speaking of cheaters, one of the all-time great cheaters is getting what he deserves this weekend: Lou Holtz is being inducted into the college football Hall of Fame. Err….wtf?!?!?!

Lou Holtz, the guy who left the last four schools he coached in NCAA probation for recruiting violations and illegal payments? That Lou Holtz? The guy who left Arkansas, Minnesota, Notre Dame, and South Carolina scrambling to pick up the pieces and repair images tarnished by Holtz’ cheating? He’s going into the “Hall of Fame”?

Mark that down as another “Hall of Fame” I’ll never visit, because of pure idiocy. Enjoy it, Lispin’ Lou, and make sure you mention all the AD’s careers you ruined while you turned their programs into cheaters. Oh, wait, bet he doesn’t.

Lou Holtz is a dick.

Much like with Ramirez, the adoration shown to the late Steve McNair, who should have the word “adulterer” placed next to his name as often as the word “quarterback” appears next to it, is weird at best, sickening at least.

Here is a father of four kids, killed by his 20-year old (17 years his junior) girlfriend, because apparently she thought he might have ANOTHER girlfriend, and we’re not hearing about that part of it. Yes, he’s gone. Yes, it’s sad when most anyone loses their life. Yes, he was a decent (if not overrated) player. Yes, he gave to charity. But he CHEATED on his wife and kids. And apparently lots of people knew about it.

I’m not saying that’s ALL we should talk about where McNair is concerned, but shouldn’t it be at least PART of the discussion?

The adoration and attention shown to Manny Ramirez since he came back from being SUSPENDED FOR CHEATING is and has been sickening. Any fan that “cheers” for this cheater should be banned from ever entering a major league stadium again. Same goes for those who cheer A-Roid in New York. These guys shouldn’t even be allowed on baseball fields, and they’re getting cheered? Sick.

I’ll bring it over here, since Billy and his readers probably don’t want to get into it, but here goes:

From Peoria Pundit:

vonster says:
May 20, 2008 at 8:34 am
If you chose to ignore the 800lb gorilla in the room that’s up to you.

postsimian says:
May 20, 2008 at 9:55 am
Note: Whenever Vonster mentions “the 800lb gorilla in the room,” he’s usually talking about (whispered) *black* people.

From “A Dark And Quiet Room”:

Don’t tell Doctor Knight but there’s an 800lb gorilla in that map.
vonster, August 5, 2008

*looks innocent*
Where?
Also, while I’m thinking about it, here’s my burglary map.
Seth Ben-Ezra, August 5, 2008

Well, at least you’re a brazen and unabashed racist, Vonster … despite being an anonymous coward.
Knight in Dragonland, August 5, 2008

Again from Peoria Pundit:

Vonster says:
June 27, 2007 at 1:12 pm
Wow! Another 800lb gorilla for us to ignore. That question can’t be answered honestly in our current environment.

From Peoria Illinoisan:

vonster Says:
November 11th, 2007 at 12:46 pm
Other than the Don Jackson reference, no mention of the 800lb gorilla in the story.

You want me to continue, Jim? And lest we think it’s just “lefties” like Knight, Reno (PostSim) and myself that feel that way, let’s hear from one of the more conservative commentators in the area on the subject, again from the pages of the Peoria Pundit:

Billy Dennis says:
August 18, 2008 at 1:02 pm
…I’ve called out Vonster on several occasions myself for his constant constant harping on race whenever a black person is involved in a crime. Obviously, Vonster has issues with black people. But that does put him in the same category as a sheet-wearing Klansman? I think not.

One year ago today, my two sisters, two brothers and I lost our father. My mom lost her husband, and 14 people age 19 and under lost a grandpa.

I got the call from my brother Blake shortly after arriving at my office in Canton. The next day, I was on a hastily arranged trip to Nevada, by way of Atlanta and Dallas. During that long day of airports, airplanes, and overpriced food and beverages, I thought about the 47 years I called that one person “Dad”, and how life would never be the same again.

One year later, I’m taking a day off from work to reflect on Dad, the year since he passed, and how much has gone on in that one short trip around the sun.

I took today off for several reasons, among them the feeling of not wanting to be sitting at that desk at 8:30 and think about that phone call I got. I also wanted to spend the day like Dad would have spent it, and so far so good.

It’s not yet 2pm, and I’ve rotated tires on my car, taken a flat tire down to Farm King to have it patched, and then putting it back on my son’s car, and started to mow the lawn. I still plan on edging when I’m done mowing, and hopefully washing out the garage floor and cleaning up said garage a bit while I’m at it. And just like Dad used to when we had a huge lawn in Minnesota, I’m taking a mid-mowing break for a glass of lemonade. That’s a “Dad day” in my book.

I miss him every day, and it’s amazing how many times I’ll be doing something and a memory of him will pop into my head, whether it’s teaching me how to do something under the hood or fixing a broken appliance or laughing at one of my naughty jokes or taking a nap on a Sunday afternoon. I think of him every time.

I think of what he wanted to do and what he wanted to see happen. He wanted a motor home to travel around the country. He had one, and had it remodeled, too, just before he passed. He never got to use it like he wanted.

He wanted to see Barack Obama become President, although any Democrat would have done after eight years of hell. His words, and I agree. He wanted to see something significant done about the climate change. Dad was an engineer first, who loved to dabble in science. He invented little gadgets to make his life in the garage easier. He studied things. He talked to people. He always wanted to learn. For example, he learned so much on a flight across country one night, while sitting next to a pilot, that he wasn’t real fond of flying after that. The pilot apparently shared TOO many bad scenarios with my always-thinking-about-physics father.

At his work, in hospitals throughout the West and Midwest, he always came up with better ways of doing things, and became extremely involved in keeping things impeccably clean. He visited Walter Reed Hospital on an engineering trip he made back east to assist with another D.C. area hospital, and was appalled by the lack of cleanliness in that facility.

Late in his life, not wanted to quit work (he died at a very young 69), he took a maintenance engineering job at a major casino in Reno, and hated most of it just because of the filth. But while he was there he did his damnedest to clean it up.

He had some tremendously cool quirks, too. He would sit and watch the weather channel for hours on end, and call Illinois every time we had a storm to see if we were okay, but also to get a report on what the storm looked like. He watered the crap out of his front lawn every year, in Nevada, in the desert, and kept it green. The backyard? That was desert. He let that one just “be natural”.

He liked to have fun, too, and loved comedians, good movies, and REAL country music, not the stuff we’re saddled with today. And in a strange twist of fate, three of his personal favorites passed in the same year he did: George Carlin, his favorite comic; Paul Newman, his favorite actor; and Jerry Reed, his favorite guitar picker.

When I think of my Dad, I think of a guy who ALWAYS tried to make things better, no matter what he was doing. A perfectionist, but a guy who would go “outside the box” to come up with solutions. At his memorial service last year, nearly every employee who worked for him some 15-20 years earlier at a hospital in Carson City, many who had moved away and many who hadn’t seen him in years, showed up to pay their respects to who, what one of them told me was “the best boss and best friend a guy could ever have.” That made me smile and cry at the very same time.

For me, a major difference in my life without Dad has turned into a positive. My mom, two sisters and one brother all live within 15 miles of each other in the Carson City area. Brother Blake lives in L.A. I’m the lone “gone back to the Midwest” dude of the bunch. Since Dad’s passing, the contact between us all has been greater, more frequent, more honest and raw, and more supportive. We talk so much more now, the kids do, and with cell phones for texting and computers for video chatting and Facebook to keep up with each other, we’re much more the way we all were as kids than we were for the last few years as our lives got busier. Of course, I wish Dad was part of that increased communication, but in a way, he is. He’s with us all the time. And that’s a good thing.

Today, I hope he’s having a “Dad day”…throwing horseshoes and swapping jokes with George Carlin, working on a race car with Paul Newman, and having a glass of lemonade and pickin’ a few tunes with Jerry Reed.

Miss ya, Dad, love ya.

I’m speechless. I knew the Neo-cons were nuts, but this…

Al Franken, who won the Minnesota Senatorial election in November, again in February after a recount, again in April after another couple of challenges, and again in June after the Minnesota Supreme Court concurred with every single other ruling so far, is now the new junior Senator from Minnesota.

So the question is this…how can one concede “graciously” after dragging this out halfway into the next year? Yet if you google “coleman gracious concede” you will get all kinds of hits from commentors on various news stories around cyberspace. Not the stories themselves, mind you, but the citizen commentary following the stories.

Are people really this partisan as to think that Coleman is being “gracious” in any way after the crap he and his people have pulled for seven months? Wait, that answer is yes. How about this: are people really this stupid? Sadly, I fear I know the answer to that one, too.

Excuse me for taking a break in my life from Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, and the Iranian situation, but does anybody remember ANY of our major news networks spending a lot of time on this story?

I mean, the report came out just last month, based on statistics from the CDC. From the story (emphasis added by me):

In Louisiana, 45.6 percent of households are gun-owners, leading to a gun-related death rate of 19.58 per 100,000, the highest in the nation.

But in Hawaii, only 9.7 percent of households own at least a gun, keeping the gun-related death rate there at 2.58 per 100,000 residents, the lowest among the 50 states.

The study, conducted by the Violence Policy Center, was based on just-released 2006 national data from the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).

Following Louisiana, other four states with the highest per-capita gun death rates were Alabama, Alaska, Mississippi and Nevada.

Each of these states had a per-capita gun death rate far exceeding the national per-capita gun death rate of 10.32 per 100,000 for 2006.

According to the Violence Policy Center, a Washington D.C.-based gun-control advocacy group, the states with the most gun deaths all have something in common: high rates of gun ownership and loose gun laws.

Click on this chart to see where the two states smart enough not to have conceal carry rank.

Nutbag, er, Michele Bachmann, the absolutely moronic woman who somehow got elected to represent a district in Minnesota, has announced she will NOT be obeying federal law come census time.

This freakshow calls the census an “invasion of her privacy”, and says:

“We will give the number of people in our home, and that’s where we’re going to draw the line.”

Um, this does break Federal Law. Is it not kind of silly to go ahead and announce in advance when you’re going to break a law, or is it just me? Oh, by the way, this idiot’s political hero is George W. Bush. She’s apparently worried now about “invasion of privacy” but had no problem voting for the exponential expansion of wire-tapping and other freedom-threatening moves made by her hero’s administration for the previous eight years.

Just mark her down as yet another in a looooonnnnggggg line of Neo-Con hypocrites.

So this summer I’m seeing more of these white flags with a blue “W” on them, and I don’t know what they are. Some of my employees educated me to the “we put these out whenever the Cubs win the day before” reason for these flags. Only on wins? No wonder I haven’t often seen them before (rimshot).

Anyway, as lame and sickening as these are, there’s a guy in Kewanee who has had his flying all week. Um, dude, last I checked, the Flubbies have just been spanked 3 straight by the Tigers (part of the superior league, I might add). So wouldn’t that mean the freakin’ ugly flag would then be put away?

If it isn’t put away when I drive home tonight, I’m gonna rip it down myself. They haven’t won a game all week. Take the flag down. Speaking of this week, why don’t you guys all fly white flags with a blue “L” on them when they get spanked…which is often? Only seems fair, doesn’t it?

A sickening story.

Another g-damn loon with a g-damn gun who probably g-damn legally acquired it has killed a good man. Scratch that. A great man. A hero to a small town. A town that just went through the trauma of being leveled by a tornado. A town that saw it’s collective spirit picked up by this great man. Now he is lost. Brutality murdered in front of children. By a gun. The chickenshit who did this didn’t have the physical strength to kill this great man on his own, either, so don’t give me that “guns don’t kill people” bullshit. This loon NEEDED a gun to do what he did, and get a gun he did.

And also don’t give me your whiny “conceal carry” bullshit…because you will then need to remember and then justify how “conceal carry” – legal in the state of the murder – didn’t save this man’s life, and how “conceal carry” won’t help the thousands more traumatized by this senseless cowardly act.

F’en guns.

And before you NRA A’holes jump in, NO, I do not want to ban guns. If you want a rifle to hunt with, and you’re willing to go through a bunch of hoops to prove you can handle it responsibly and have the mental capacity to distinguish right from wrong, then you should be able to have all the rifles and shotguns you want (there is no need for handguns on this planet, outside of law enforcement). But “conceal carry” is a g-damn joke and today’s so-called gun laws are an absolute g-damn joke, too.

I’m not trying to take YOUR guns away (if you’re not a g-damn murdering loon), but you can damn well bet I’m in favor of making it a helluva lot tougher to get one.

Let’s see if I have this straight…about 6 months into the Obama presidency, which means about 18 months until the next campaign starts by the GOP, and here’s who the Repubs have for favorites, in no particular order:

- A Southern Governor (Sanford – S.C.) who goes AWOL to avoid his four kids on Father’s Day (that’s according to his wife, not me) and leaves the state AND his security detail without telling anybody.

UPDATE: Now comes word the dude was in Argentina and not on some Carolina hiking trail? Oh, this is just getting better. UPDATE #2: Yep! It’s an affair. What a shock! And his wife knew about it for five months! Another fine example for the morally bankrupt GOP. What GOP big wig ISN’T cheating on his wife? And when are the ones NOT cheating going to go ahead and come out of the closet? LOL,

- A Southern Governor (Jindal – Louisiana) who is so far away from being ready for the job that he looked like a nervous grade schooler in his response to Obama back in January, and has been non-existent in the national spotlight ever since.

- A Northeastern Governor (Romney – Mass) and a Southern Governor (Huckabee – Backwardsas) who were so unelectable the first time they lost to McCain. Romney will never earn the GOP nomination based on his religion alone, and Huckabee, even if named to the ticket by the GOP, is unelectable because his own religious beliefs are just TOO christian.

- A Western Senator (Ensign – Nevada) who was being highly talked about but has decided to grenade his chances early by banging a married woman…a married STAFFER no less.

- And a Western Governor (Palin – Alaska) who is a) a woman in a party of white men and b) simply a kook.

Good crew guys, and good luck!

Heading out of Peoria on Alta Road around noon today, and I had to stop for the traffic control – two Peoria County Deputies being pulled out of serious duty to direct traffic (I’m assuming this is the much-discussed Northwoods Church post-service traffic jam).

My question…does Northwoods pay these deputies so the county doesn’t soak up the cost? If they do, good. If they don’t, they probably should. Just another thing about organized religion that irritates, I guess.

I don’t pay much attention to baseball anymore, outside of checking the standings here and there. But what with Sosa’s name back in the news (one of the guys who made me feel the way I know feel about baseball), and the latest folly at Wrigley Dump this evening, I gotta comment.

I understand 40,000 people filed into Wrigley Landfill this evening, despite rain, fog, and chill, to prepare for the so-called Crosstown Classic with the White Sox. But wait, apparently the forecast and weather outlook for the evening made it pretty much a given as early as 3pm that there would be no game tonight. Too much rain, low ceiling fog, it would have been a bad idea to try and play tonight with an afternoon game (still stupid…playing midweek afternoon games that aren’t getaway days, but that’s Cubs baseball for you).

But instead of calling the game early and saving the folks interested enough to buy tickets a trip down to Wrigley Sewage Treatment Plant, the Cub brass decided to wait until the park was full, the radio and TV networks had spent the money to get on the air and get ready to do a game, and then they call the thing.

Why wait so long? Simple. Greed. Pure and simple greed. Because despite the fact each of those 40,000 folks gets a rain check, the Cubs also got something like this tonight between the time the gates opened and the park was later emptied:

35,000 beers at about 6 bucks
16,000 dogs at about 5 bucks
25,000 sodas at about 5 bucks
an assortment of other items sold – souvenirs, pretzels, brats, and whatever else they sell at an inflated price at Wrigley RatInfested Shithouse.

In other words, the Cubs took in about a million bucks…and didn’t spend nearly that much on materials and help…to have those duped people sit there for two hours and then not see a game.

Greed. It’s the baseball way. Stay Classy, Cubs.

Report: Sosa tested positive for steroids in 2003

Wow. Knock me over with a feather. Didn’t see that one comin’.

NOT!

It’s about time this jackass’ name finally got exposed. What a joke. What a freakin’ joke he was/is/and always will be. Eat it, f’en Cub fans in denial. Your boy was right in there with Bonds, McGwire, Giambi, Palmeiro, Clemens, A-Roid, the list goes on. All assholes. All should have their statistics forever stripped from the record books. And the biggest jerk of them all finally got exposed. Nailed five years ago, but finally exposed. Worth the wait.