Hi all..haven't posted in oh maybe 6 months but I had to go somewhere to vent my frustrations. I'm a cub fan through and through. Grew up 2 miles from Wrigley Field. Anyway, tonights game broke my heart. And in mourning a wrote a little poem that i'd like to share. Now i don't mean any harm to his poor unfortunate fan...i'm simply venting. So no one take it personal ok? (foul language ahead)
Death to the Headphone Man

Dear Mr. Headphones, you stupid fucking prick.
I hate you even more than I hate Robert Fick.

What were you thinking when you reached for that ball?
Did you even think for a second...use any fucking sense at ALL?!!

He was right there to grab it, our good ole man Alou.
But he missed that out, and you know why? All fucking thanks to you!!

It was Prior's game...he hadn't allowed a run.
You shook him up bad, and ruined ALL the fun.

What followed was horrible, I can't even begin.
They had to take out Prior, and put Farnsworth in.

Farnsworth thought he'd stop them, but our Farnsy was not right.
He gave up 5 more stupid runs - I bet he'll lose sleep tonight.

Not only did you fuck our pitcher, but the fielders too.
Alex Gonzalez missed a DP - what the HELL did he ever do to you?!

So thank you Mr. Headphones, for ruining our night...
Don't ever show your face at Wrigley, unless you want to fight.

I can see the headlines clearly, in tomorrow's Chicago Tribune.
"Headphone Man found dead, eyes gouged out with a spoon."

The only way you're still alive is for one fucking reason.
Us Cub fans are believers, and we won't give up our season.

The fucking fish haven't got a chance in Heaven.
With Kerry Wood on the mound, we'll win game seven.

Mark my words the Cubs will prevail -
We've waited 95 years we will not fail.

GO CUBBIES!!