Ahem.

I discovered something interesting today.

It's not entirely simple to sing along to Schizophrenic while sucking on a Jolly Rancher.

And it's fucking IMPOSSIBLE to do the whistling in Something Special.

That is my public service announcement du jour.

Thank you.

Erf.

Thank you, Cubs, for reminding me of something.

In many instances, being your fan can be downright fucking painful.

And really ALWAYS is when facing Randy Johnson.

I'd kinda forgotten this in the last six games or so.

Ow.