Ten years ago today

[Brownie]

We were all more innocent back then.

Desipio

Dusty Baker> Bobby Cox
The Bears laid an egg with so much more flair 10 years ago.
The Gamecast! Someone killed the Gamecast!

Ivy Chat!

Hey, I'm in Palm Springs! Something, something about pulling a 1999.

Pollyyellon
I'm remodeling my kitchen. Wait, what?

The Uncouth Sloth
Oct. 5 seems to be a great day in Cubs history; Bears fans are morons; Urlacher is a whore; Blagojevich is an idiot.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

Pollyyellon
I'm remodeling my kitchen. Wait, what?

The Cubs have 95 years of walls to knock down.

HOW MANY MORE WALLS, THEO?

[Saul Goodman]

Pollyyellon
I'm remodeling my kitchen. Wait, what?

The Cubs have 95 years of walls to knock down.

HOW MANY MORE WALLS, THEO?

I lol'd.  And it only took 20 seconds of skimming that site to think, 'holy shit is Al a terrible writer.'

[Brownie]

Pollyyellon
I'm remodeling my kitchen. Wait, what?

The Cubs have 95 years of walls to knock down.

HOW MANY MORE WALLS, THEO?

Mr. Epstein, tear down these walls!

[Quality Start Machine]

Pollyyellon
I'm remodeling my kitchen. Wait, what?

The Cubs have 95 years of walls to knock down.

HOW MANY MORE WALLS, THEO?

I lol'd.  And it only took 20 seconds of skimming that site to think, 'holy shit is Al a terrible writer.'

You should of scorlled up to read his scintillating review of "Lost In Translation".

[Internet Apex]

Pollyyellon
I'm remodeling my kitchen. Wait, what?

The Cubs have 95 years of walls to knock down.

HOW MANY MORE WALLS, THEO?

Mr. Epstein, tear down these walls!

Grade: Incomplete.

[Brownie]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

[Quality Start Machine]

The other three or four people who were reaching for the ball could at least buy Bartman a beer or something. He bailed their asses out.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

Another county heard from.

(And ten years ago a week from tomorrow.)

[Quality Start Machine]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

Another county heard from.

(And ten years ago a week from tomorrow.)

Mr. Poopy Pants?

[World's #1 Astros Fan]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

Another county heard from.

(And ten years ago a week from tomorrow.)

Mr. Poopy Pants?

In my defense, it was early in my blogging life and I was still so BLIND with rage it was hard to think clearly.

[Bort]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

Another county heard from.

(And ten years ago a week from tomorrow.)

Mr. Poopy Pants?

In my defense, it was early in my blogging life and I was still so BLIND with rage it was hard to think clearly.

I tried to read the link but all I saw was MEATBALL MEATBALL ANGRY MEATBALL MEATBALL OPTAOT MEATBALL

[Saul Goodman]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

Highlights from each:

But I know how we’ll celebrate tonight. We’ll do the inevitable. When the Cubs win the pennant, in Wrigley Field no less, we’ll all pass out and wet our pants. There won’t be a dry set of Levis in an eight state area.

- If the Cubs win, what a great night to be a Cubs fan's wife. Imagine the sex with nothing on your hubby's mind besides baseball.

Unless she's Christina Hendricks, then she deserves bad sex for being a fat cow.

God has chosen, and He is giving me a day to brood, bent over in the position, just waiting for tonight when He is going to finish shoving it up my bunghole. He puckered me over last night, and just like one of the whores on maxheadroom.com, I'm just hunched over, lipstick smeared all over my mouth, with my red gaping orifice open wide enough to shove a pop bottle in.

That's ... vivid.

Up to then we were starting to tap each other and try to remember how we felt, where we were, who was there; I had arranged for Dave and Brian to drive my son Mark home so I could remain at the ballpark and celebrate the victory.

Well, that's what I get for over-anticipating, and I suppose the rest of the people who've sat out there all year, and for many years, have similar stories of how they were planning to celebrate, five outs away. Mark even got Todd Wellemeyer to throw him a ball (hit by Sammy Sosa) during batting practice, and it was about as pristine white as any BP ball would be, and I thought that was a good omen. ugh

Damn it, Al.

So shove that Billy Goat where the sun doesn't shine. If the Cubs win tonight or tomorrow, I'll be interested in seeing what tired, lazy substitutes for true analysis will stand in for the Goat when these hacks realize that the Cubs will be in a position to break a 50-year old tie of dubious distinction.

Shoved the goat up sideways, apparently.

So, even though we lived through the agony and ecstasy of Game 7; through Kerry Wood falling behind 3-0 immediately, through his awesome game-tying home run, through Moises’ go-ahead shot, through Kerry resorting to his wild ways and having the nerve to walk Brian Banks—Brian friggin’ Banks; are you kidding me?!?—and subsequently frittering the lead away for good, through the Cubs swinging at every pitch that Josh Beckett, on TWO DAYS REST, would throw up to the plate, rather than waiting him out, through Kyle “I’m-Glad-Someone-Else-Washes-My-Laundry” Farnsworth trotting out to the mound and, because he apparently felt nostalgic for the 2002 season, squatting over and crapping his pants, and, finally, for those Cub fans who haven’t seen enough of him, through one last agonizing appearance by Dave Veres…

Mmm, Kyle Farnsworth hate.  Good memories.

[Quality Start Machine]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

Another county heard from.

(And ten years ago a week from tomorrow.)

Mr. Poopy Pants?

In my defense, it was early in my blogging life and I was still so BLIND with rage it was hard to think clearly.

So since then you got glasses?

[J. Walter Weatherman]

Here's a Daily Dose from 10 years ago today. Take 1984, and shove it. FYA!

Chuck predicts a 3-1 win, and compares Game 6 with prom with Jenna Jameson (In which you catch a venereal disease?)


Sloth issues Fatwa on Bartman.

Al rambles as therapy.

Another county heard from.

(And ten years ago a week from tomorrow.)

Mr. Poopy Pants?

In my defense, it was early in my blogging life and I was still so BLIND with rage it was hard to think clearly.

So since then you got glasses?

Probably misses his old glasses.