So I was heading home from work yesterday, feeling down for no particular reason. And then it hit me:
The entire North Side of Chicago was putting out an enormous wave of despair, as the Cubs fell out of first in the National League Wild Card race. Glendon Rusch had pitched a tremendous game, hit a home run himself, and LaTroy Hawkins, given a 2-1 lead to protect, blew another save in advance of the Cubs losing in 12 innings, 4-3.
Ok, no wonder I felt crappy. (Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.)