What The Cubs Win Means To Me

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Editor’s Note: I hate the fucking Cubs.

In today’s world of hot takes, fast takes, quick takes, rapid takes, speed takes, hot corner takes, instant takes, can-of-corn takes, Subway Fresh Takes and pronto takes, sometimes it’s also a little nice to sit back and process something before reacting. It’s a lost art, but it’s something I had to do with this Cubs World Series victory. After a good long week in which we absolutely got our asses kicked as a country, regardless of party affiliation, I had the following ten conclusions. Continue reading “What The Cubs Win Means To Me”


On Javier Baez

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Admittedly, I had a few drinks, but honestly, a ‘few drinks me’ is the same as ‘me me’. Some friends and I ditched work on a day the United States would lose in the World Cup after an incredible run, and went to watch the Iowa Cubs play the Omaha Storm Chasers here in Des Moines in a day-night double header. This was when Russell, that fat guy with the pirate last name who broke his knee, Bryant and Baez were still at the affiliate.

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