It was a game that you couldn’t lose. You can’t spend five hours and 15 innings at the ballpark and not come out with a win.
With these words, Pat Hughes let Cubdom know that Sammy Sosa had put an end to a very tense afternoon…”Sammy drives one…get out the tape measure!”
Sweeter words were never heard.
If ever an omen had been imprinted up on a game it came two batters earlier when Augie Ojeda got his first hit of the year.
The Genius sat in his dugout and watched The Troll serve up a single to Augie Ojeda, previously 0-for-2003, and he let the Troll stay in the game to pitch to Samuel Peralta Sosa and when you mess with the bull…you get the horns.
We’ve been telling you all summer that these are the anti-Cubs, the ones who find ways to win games they normally would lose. So far in the biggest series in September in these parts this century, the score is Cubs 2, Evil Satanic Red Fowl 0.
Take a moment to enjoy it. Actually, take a couple hours.
Well if Matt Morris can get a small lead, we DO have Garrett Stephenson available in the bullpen to sew it up for us!
I got robbed in the 13th. I think some asshole moved the basket or I’d have been the walk-off hero.
I think my arm is falling off. How many PAP (pitcher abuse points) does Tony get for dragging my sorry ass out there for two innings?
But I’ll be ready for game two. Yeah, sure.
You didn’t like my home run call?
"There’s a rocket shot and Sammy punches that ticket to Cooperstown again! There’s no cork in that baby! I think? I’m not sure, but I don’t think so! The Cubs win it in the 15th and I need to change my shorts!"
I’m sending that to the radio hall of fame.
The Cubs still suck. We let them win. We want to get their hopes up so we can crush them like always. In fact, it took them two innings to finally get a run off Jeff Fassero. Pathetic! We own you. We still have a huge half-game lead.
What did Jesus tell the Cubs? Don’t do anything until I get back!
Hah! I’ve got a million of them.
We’re the greatest! You stink!
Oh, I can’t take it anymore. I am a joyless man. My wife left me for Tito Landrum, my last hooker gave me herpes AND she stole my wallet, and I don’t know why I even pay them, I haven’t gotten it up since Jimmy Carter was president. Please, hold me! Somebody, just give me a hug!
Oh, Chip! Hey, buddy, what are you doing for dinner?
If I don’t fail to get the bunt down in the 15th, Sammy gets walked and he can’t hit the game winner. So, YOU’RE WELCOME!
Hey, what body part should I injure during tonight’s game?
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