Help Needed: Anti-Cubs Pictures

[drobny23]

So, I have this client, she's got a good case so I took it. Then she lets it leak she is a Cubs fan. A big Cubs fan. As in "here's my keychain and on it that's not me and by husband, that's me and Michael Barret before he went to San Diego." As in "I see the Cubs lead the Cardinals by a few games [comment made in May]."

I warned her not to mess with me on this, that I had an arsenal of anti-Cubs pictures, taunts, etc. that I could fill her inbox with. She kept on.

So, now, it's time to pile on. I ask My Fellow Loungers to post as many anti-Cubs, pro-Cardinals image as you can muster. Although I won't refuse profanity-laced tirades, recognize there is a line I can't cross.

Thanks.

[RedBirdBrain]

And most importantly:



-RBB

[drobny23]

excellent. Keep 'em coming.

[Glovey]

[drobny23]

Wow. These are terrific.

[Glovey]

[RedBirdBrain]

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[RedBirdBrain]

Almost as ghey as guppy and Slow Groove:



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[RedBirdBrain]

Cubs October equipment:



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[Johnny H]

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[Glovey]

[Schwahalala]

On the news of the Cubs finding a goal post buried under the first base line. If they check the third base line and go ten feet deep. They will find something else:

A coffin.

If the dig it up they will find a male skeleton in a New York Giant uniform. It will be the skeleton of Fred Merkle.
On September 23, 1908 Merkle was the youngest person in the majors at 19 and up to bat with a runner on first and two outs in the bottom of the ninth. His team, the Giants, were tied with the Cubs and Merkle got a solid single to send the runner (McCormick) to third. Sure enough the next batter gets a single and the winning run scores. Merkle, as was the custom, turned and headed toward the dugout but never touched second base. Fans flooded the field.

Johnny Evers the Cubs second baseman - found one or two or three balls. He couldn't find the official ball - because the Giants had already tossed it into the stands. But he kept getting balls from the Cub dugout and tagging second - all the while having to drag umpires with him. Soon the rest of the Cub team got into the act. Hank O'Day the umpire eventually called Merkle out on a force play. Since the fans covered the field the game could not continue.
The game was called a tie - it would be made up if necessary. Which of course it would be - with the Cubs winning and taking the World Series after it.

Merkle - would forever be known as bonehead and the play would be called Merkle's boner. Merkle was a Ken Griffey like phenom - who after the play wanted to quit baseball but was talked out of it - although he would never reach his potential. He managed to play in five WS as a player (even one with the Cubs) - all on the losing side - and one as a coach again the losing side.
He never forgave the Cubs for the trickery they used to win that game.
Merkle never gave interviews about the play and carried his anger to his grave - or so people thought.

As a ten year old in East St. Louis I often wondered exactly what my step dad - kept in the shed out back in a pine wood box will several pad locks on it. Year after year it collected nothing but dust - but we couldn't throw it out or even sit on it. Then on September 9, 1969 my step dad slid that dusty old box onto a trailer. Hitched that trailer to his red 63 Chevy Impala. Told my mom that the boy would be making a quick trip with him to Chicago that day and we would be back tomorrow.
Man was I excited, I had never been to Chicago, plus I knew it would mean I would get the chance to talk baseball with my dad the whole way.
We talked about Curt Flood holding out, and Gibson's book from Ghetto to Glory, and Roger Maris, and Babe Ruth, and Stan the Man, and the Red head. But mostly we talked about the spirit of fair play and earning your victory on the field.
Man those 5 hours flew by - and I found myself in Chicago in no time. We got a bite to eat - checked in to a hotel then went to the North side where it was just getting dark. We were able to drive that Cardinal red Impala right into the gates and on the field at Wrigley. This only added to my excitement because my dad was not a rule breaker. He circled the field 4 times and finally the car came to a stop between third base and home plate.
My dad got out of the car unhitched the trailer and while it was still light, gave me a shovel and together we started digging right on the third base line near home plate.
We made a hole 7 feet long and three feet wide - exactly. It was exactly 10 feet deep and my dad kept checking the measurements. The pine box fit snuggle but went all the way down. My dad let me read a letter he had in his pocket it said:

"Wilson,
If you are reading this the Cubs must be acting like they might win something. Well don't let em. Remember they don't deserve another championship for at least 100 years - maybe 200 - maybe never. There are somethings grown men should not do to a 19 year old ball player and to the fans of their team. I did my best to keep them down and since I've gone on its up to you now.

Bury me 10 feet deep on the third base line of Wrigley Field. Make a whole 7 feet long and 3 feet wide. In life the Cubs gave me the name bonehead - in my death I will use my bones to get inside their head. No matter what they do - they will not score the winning run for a World Series winner as long as my bones guard home plate.

With that, my dad gave me the letter, and told me to never lose it. He also told me before he died - that if they ever leave Wrigley I would have to go get the box and move it.

My son is 6 now - I figure we got 4 years.

One last thing - as soon as we finished we turned on the radio and the Cubs - Mets game. They were going on and on about a Black cat....

[RedBirdBrain]

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