BLEACHERS BREW EST. MAY 2006

Someone asked me how my blog and newspaper column came to be titled "Bleachers Brew". It's like this, it's an amalgam of sorts of two things: The bleachers area in the stadium/arena where I used to sit when I would watch baseball, football, and basketball games and Miles Davis' great jazz album Bitches Brew. That's how it got culled together. I originally planned on calling it "The View from the Big Chair" that is a nod to Tears For Fear's second album, Songs from the Big Chair. So there.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Chicago Lament

That's 100 years of futility. A combined 6 runs scored against the artful LA Dodgers' 20 in a three-game sweep. Alfonso Soriano 1-14, Aramis Rodriguez 2-11, Geovany Sotto 2-10, and Kosuke Fukudome 0-8. Nine men stranded on base.

Everyone is trying to second guess Lou Piniella and write the ultimate eulogy for the Chicago Cubs.


Welcome to the Chicago Cubs' annual wake.

All is quiet in Wrigleyville. My friends are comatose. Cubbie blue in the worst possible way. You know it's bad when two of my good friends who live in the Windy City are almost online 24-7. You think the Curse of the Billy Goat is running through their minds? For the 29th time in my friends' 35 years on Planet Earth they're sad and devastated by another post-season collapse. It's a good thing that the Bears have come out of hibernation and the White Sox have a game yet in them or else Chicago might be a Ghost Town.

So much for "It's Gonna Happen" the slogan that kicked off this campaign. Two division titles don't mean squat here. They're far from a consolation prize.

It was supposed to happen. The came James Loney's Grand Slam in Game One and the oh-ohs turned into a lump in the throat.

Yeah, hopefully... it will happen.


pix from the chicago sun times.

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