The Cubs' bats finally woke up last night. With a 9 to 2 win over the Giants they reached their fiftieth victory for the year. The win could be due, in part, to the fine dining in San Francisco although on a recent trip to that city, I could not find one restaurant that served a decent plate of Rice-o-Roni. After grieving through 4 straight loses I finally got a chance to fly my "W" flag today. Hopefully I can leave it up for a few more days. Speaking of the Cubs. A couple of days ago during one of my many day dream periods, I wondered why the Cubs keep being so hard on me. It's not bad enough that they haven't won a World series in a hundred years but, must they constantly mess with me with nearly unpronounceable players' names. I no sooner master Nomar Garciaparra and they trade him. Then at last we had guys with names that we could, not only say, but spell. We got names like Lee, Soto, Lilly, Wood and Ward. But, then they bring in Kosuke Fukudome, Jose Eleazar Ascanio, Aramis Nin Ramirez and two silent "T" guys Fontenot and Theriot. Fortunately I did get a pronunciation education at a game earlier this year from a nine year seated directly behind my right ear (that's the good one). He not only knew every players' name but he knew the correct pronuniation which he repeated over and over and over and over and over again during each player's entire at bat in a shrill and squeeky little voice that could crack the caramel off your Cracker Jack. Well, I have to hit the couch for a little afternoon nap so I can stay awake for another victory tonight. These Left Coast games are real killers not starting until after 9 pm and lasting until close to midnight.
I'll leave you with a quote that I ran across the other day.
"Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning."