Fishbonker
Life Member
Last night I was eating an ice cream sammich in the first inning of the Cubs-Pirates wild card game when Fowler got a hit and Schwarber drove him in.
In the third inning I thought I better have another ice cream sammich. Fowler got a hit and Schwarber hit a 450 foot moon shot into the Allegheny River.
The next time Fowler was up I asked my wife to bring me the last ice cream sammich in the house. She wasn't too happy with me asking her to fetch it but I gave her the puppy dog look and said "Please? I really don't want to miss a pitch". The wife got up and brought me the last ice cream sammich.
I was eating it when Fowler hit his homer. It was a little weird that the sammich was unwrapped and covered with little crunchy bits when she brought it to me. I asked what the crunchy bits were. She just smiled and said it was her and the kitties secret.
My wife is as big a Cubs fan, metaphorically speaking, as I am. She brought home three boxes of ice cream sammiches today. One for each game it will take to beat the Cards.
So let's hear some good old fashioned Cubs Cards harassment and remember, we all hate the Mets.
I also found it a little strange tonight when I was gathering up the trash that there was an ice cream sammich wrapper in waste basket next to the cat liter box.
In the third inning I thought I better have another ice cream sammich. Fowler got a hit and Schwarber hit a 450 foot moon shot into the Allegheny River.
The next time Fowler was up I asked my wife to bring me the last ice cream sammich in the house. She wasn't too happy with me asking her to fetch it but I gave her the puppy dog look and said "Please? I really don't want to miss a pitch". The wife got up and brought me the last ice cream sammich.
I was eating it when Fowler hit his homer. It was a little weird that the sammich was unwrapped and covered with little crunchy bits when she brought it to me. I asked what the crunchy bits were. She just smiled and said it was her and the kitties secret.
My wife is as big a Cubs fan, metaphorically speaking, as I am. She brought home three boxes of ice cream sammiches today. One for each game it will take to beat the Cards.
So let's hear some good old fashioned Cubs Cards harassment and remember, we all hate the Mets.
I also found it a little strange tonight when I was gathering up the trash that there was an ice cream sammich wrapper in waste basket next to the cat liter box.