By Steve Rhodes
It’s really not true that the Cubs are no longer cute or lovable. In fact, they’re a little too cute for my taste. Their home runs leave rainbow chemtrails, and unicorn horns burst from their foreheads when they gallop the basepaths. Some of them are barely old enough to legally drink the celebratory Champagne in the clubhouse; others are old enough but too angelic, as if they don’t want to displease their parents, who will be mad enough that their clothes are doused in alcohol, much less their bloodstream. I really wouldn’t want to party with these guys because it’d be all Katy Perry and birthday cake.
It kind of makes me want to vomit.
Posted on October 8, 2015