Wednesday, March 12, 2008
A Documentary on the 08' Cubs Season Titled "We Believe?"
I Believe I want to Hurl.
How many more lame ass slogans have to be thrown out before the start of every Cubs season? Where does it end? How did last year's "It's gonna happen!" turn out? The only thing happened was a first round sweep by a feast or famine team who became a bunch of skinnys from Black Hawk Down thanks in part to the D'Backs.
As Cubdom would douchingly have it, the preseason hype gone from ridiculous to worse:
A documentary on the '08 Cubs with the working title "We Believe" has begun production, and the Oscar buzz is unmistakable. According to Mark DeRosa, all the Cubs need is to write a happy ending, like, say, end the 100-year drought.
Producer/Director John Scheinfeld whose most recent documentary was "The U.S. vs. John Lennon" approached Cubs management last year to gauge interest in a project about the franchise and it's relationship to Chicago
Umm..Didn't I just recently see some dumb fucking documentary voiced by Dennis Farina entitled Wait Til' Next Year on HBO? Yup. Same focus. Same everything.
The Cubs won the World Series in 1908. They went to World Series seven more times thereafter and lost. Then came the Billy Goat in 45'. They haven't been to the World Series since. The collapse of 69'. Steve Garvey. Steve Bartman. Mark Prior/Kerry Wood. All punches to Cubdom's collective groin.
Boo Fucking Hoo. The broken record of sorrow is getting to the point that I almost want them to win. Note the emphasis on almost. It would be nice just to be done with all this never-ending bitching. But that wouldn't be the little on engine on the North Side who couldn't after all these years. And if they did win, it would just switch the bitching to bragging of "Who just won a title, bitch! High Fucking Five, Bro!"
Call it my south side bias, or whatever other bullshit you want. I call it a marriage between Sox fans and Cubs fans. We can't stand your fans for all the crying you do, and you can't stand us because according to you, we're second-rate trash. However, we stay in our little relationship despite all the name calling, fighting and douchebaggery because of the city. But I'll be damned if I'm sleeping in the same bed with you my nagging, blue-bleeding wife. Til' Death do us part, and Til' next year you can continue to wait.