Requisite Cubs post

I've been avoiding it because we've been sucking it up something fierce.

Today, though, the guy I consider the least powerful hitter (and second most error-prone) on the squad did something awesome.

The day went like this:
Didn't sleep. Bad.
Went to work. Not great.
Got home. Cubs DVR. Awesome...
Went outside.
Jak comes to get me with the following statement: "So what are the least likely two things to occur consecutively for the Cubs right now?"
My response: "Aaron Miles hits a grand slam while Heilman throws a shutout."
Jak's response: "Um.... close?"

What actually happened is far less improbable than Heilman throwing a shutout (thanks a LOT, Mets.... you fucks....) but is easily as improbable as, say, running into the girl you met gate-crashing a party who left with a guy who turned out to be a space alien with two heads--and the two-headed guy's cousin is your space-travel tour guide.

So, Alfonso Soriano, the first-pitch-hack hero of a leadoff hitter, took a walk to load the bases. (That's the girl leaving with the two-headed space alien, incidentally.)

Immediately following this, Ryan Theriot hit a grand slam. (This is the two-headed space alien's cousin being your tour guide.) Theriot hasn't hit a home run in over a year. The grand slam won the game. What. The. Fuck.

Today started out shitty. It's ending rather nicely--we had a great meal post-Cubs at San Chez, quick beer at Hopcat, and back home to finish out Arrested Development and eat popcorn.

Winding things up, this is why the Angels (despite their crazy name) are a class organization. Baseball fans, and maybe some others, might remember that Angels rookie starter Nick Adenhart was killed by a drunk driver after his very first start in the majors. It was truly a tragedy, not just for Nick, his family, and the Angels, but for the families and friends of three others who lost their lives in the crash. The Angels' manager released a statement today that gives equally to all of those lost in the crash. It's classy, it's real, and it's heartfelt.

That's what baseball is, at its core, and that's why it's the only sport I've been able to identify with in a decade.