Not even being placed on a delicious gourmet bun made Monday’s poop sandwich any easier to choke down. Try as I might to wish it away, the unpleasant taste of that fetid frankfurter — wait, is a hot dog a sandwich? — still lingers like the ghost of Clinchmas past. The elation of seeing Jake Arrieta and Kris Bryant drive huge home runs into the seats in left was torn asunder by the marching cleats of Brandon Belt, Buster Posey, and Hunter Pence, all of whom seemed to be batting in every inning from the 8th on.
Perhaps the inability to hold a late lead was karmic retribution for the Cubs finally getting over on Madison Bumgarner, who they roughed up for 3 earned runs (all on the Arrieta homer) on 7 hits over 5 innings.