The Cubs won yesterday, but all I saw was the highlight reel. During the game itself I was busy reading "directions" aloud for the audio recording of a friend's screenplay. You know: "Interior. Tom's Living Room. Day. Tom is sipping tea. Tim staggers in, barely able to hold onto his bottle of Jack Daniels."
Except, that's not really from her script. That's just something I made up.
The funny thing about having the Cubs in the Series is that I care a bit less than I normally do when a Chicago team is in some set of playoffs. They're the north side team, after all.
They do not give me a primal thrill.
Still, I do not wish them ill.