I bid you welcome. The blood is the life, you know. This season has driven me bats, but I still Bleed Cubbie Blue. The horror film aficionado in me wants blood. The nihilist on me wants it all blown up. I hate to argue, especially with myself, and those are the most Universal voices, so they’ve held sway. Last week we let entropy take over. Today we embrace the chaos, and this week we sink our teeth into that attempted B-Team drubbing of, and eventual victory over, the Cardinals and would prefer to have the meatloaf served cold, with a coke.
Cub Tracks has grave doubts
