"Four, please" he said.
"What's on four?" I asked.
"Nothing" he replied.
I followed with "Nothing? How can that be?"
He responded in a low tone "my office" all the while looking at something that was stuck in the side mesh pocket of his gym bag.
I then saw what he was looking at....an unused Cub's Playoff ticket.
"Can you believe it?" I asked.
"Nope, another year that I didn't get to use them" was his response as he walked off the elevator at the fourth floor.
"There is always next year!" I shouted as the doors closed.
For us Cubs' fans....it has been a ridiculous ONE HUNDRED "next years"....
but whose counting?
frustration is so mounting
5 comments:
I know, but we.must.never.stop.belivin'
stupid goat.
Pa leesseee
More like another 200 yrs, GO SOX!!!
Look at the bright side... now we can say "maybe next century." It seems like a more attainable goal.
-phatty
It's so funny I read this, b/c I JUST finished a conversation with a very disgruntled friend. I feel bad.. but that's why I dont watch sports. It only ends in tears. :)
Liz...no worries...every 100+ years or so we get to smile.
worthwhile?
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