Jeeze-o-pete.
Obviously the Cubs can’t catch a break.
As a long-suffering fan I should be used to this outcome. Nonetheless that doesn’t take the sting out of a sweep by the Diamondbacks.
It’s hard enough taking shit from the Sox fans that live among us. In case you’re new, there are some Sox fans that absolutely live to see the Cubs fail.
Naturally a World Series title in the last century seems to bolster their notion of superiority.
But to take shit from people who make their home in a desert? Apparently we truly have done something to offend God.
But in the ever optimistic “Wait till next year” mode I offer this reflection----Even the good Lord let the Israelites reach the promised land---eventually.
100 years?
I’ve given it to Jesus but I also realize that God helps those who help themselves or at least those who can hit and provide run support to their pitcher.
***Heavy Sigh***
Showing posts with label Cubs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cubs. Show all posts
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
For My Peeps
I'm all in with this Cub playoff run.
Mr. Kass was right, screw this curse thing---we've all got to put it all on the line and get behind our team.
No cautiously optistic. No "goat busters." Just unwaivering support for the team.
And if you ever start to let doubt creep in your mind, you can always remember these words to a hymn I used to sing in church:
"We've come this far by faith/Leaning on the Lord/Trusting in his holy word/He never failed me yet/ Oh, oh can't turn around---we've come this far by faith."
Mr. Kass was right, screw this curse thing---we've all got to put it all on the line and get behind our team.
No cautiously optistic. No "goat busters." Just unwaivering support for the team.
And if you ever start to let doubt creep in your mind, you can always remember these words to a hymn I used to sing in church:
"We've come this far by faith/Leaning on the Lord/Trusting in his holy word/He never failed me yet/ Oh, oh can't turn around---we've come this far by faith."
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Shocking
Well Ladies and Gentlemen it was bound to happen sometime.
A building that’s being converted by Carlton Knight has to have major corrective work performed after it’s already been on the market.
That isn’t that unusual believe it or not.
Many times individuals purchase into a “phase” of a condo development prior to all of the work being completed.
Then of course these associations usually tend to be larger than a six flat.
From what I understand three of the six units of the building have sold.
It does give one pause to wonder if the people who plunked down their hard earned cash knew that the permit to replace and/or repair the plumbing, the hot water fixtures, flooring and kitchen cabinets had the final data review on the 8th of this month?
I have to ask my friends who know this type of stuff if the data review is supposed to be completed prior to any sales.
Moreover, if the data review on a permit is completed after some people have already closed, what guarantees will they have to ever get a certificate of occupancy?
Just a few questions whirling about my little brain---don’t mind me.
Anyhoo…
The major corrective work on this building concerns the porches.
Apparently that bad boy isn’t up to current city code.
Hell, standing on my back porch and looking across the way I could of told them that.
Per the DCAP website it seems that an application has been submitted to replace an existing back porch.
Boy oh boy I bet that won’t come cheap.
Getting the new porch plans through DCAP, demolishing the existing porch and building a new porch is costly. I’m gonna ball park it at about $30,000-$40,000.
Of course you could do it on the cheap but this bad boy must pass a city inspection. A real city inspection---not the ones that happened with a wink and a nod back in the day.
See how the bad things that you do come back to bite you in the ass?
Karma is a mother, eh?
We’re getting a new sidewalk, Carlton has to come out of pocket for big money and the Cubs won another nail biter.
This is a good day.
A building that’s being converted by Carlton Knight has to have major corrective work performed after it’s already been on the market.
That isn’t that unusual believe it or not.
Many times individuals purchase into a “phase” of a condo development prior to all of the work being completed.
Then of course these associations usually tend to be larger than a six flat.
From what I understand three of the six units of the building have sold.
It does give one pause to wonder if the people who plunked down their hard earned cash knew that the permit to replace and/or repair the plumbing, the hot water fixtures, flooring and kitchen cabinets had the final data review on the 8th of this month?
I have to ask my friends who know this type of stuff if the data review is supposed to be completed prior to any sales.
Moreover, if the data review on a permit is completed after some people have already closed, what guarantees will they have to ever get a certificate of occupancy?
Just a few questions whirling about my little brain---don’t mind me.
Anyhoo…
The major corrective work on this building concerns the porches.
Apparently that bad boy isn’t up to current city code.
Hell, standing on my back porch and looking across the way I could of told them that.
Per the DCAP website it seems that an application has been submitted to replace an existing back porch.
Boy oh boy I bet that won’t come cheap.
Getting the new porch plans through DCAP, demolishing the existing porch and building a new porch is costly. I’m gonna ball park it at about $30,000-$40,000.
Of course you could do it on the cheap but this bad boy must pass a city inspection. A real city inspection---not the ones that happened with a wink and a nod back in the day.
See how the bad things that you do come back to bite you in the ass?
Karma is a mother, eh?
We’re getting a new sidewalk, Carlton has to come out of pocket for big money and the Cubs won another nail biter.
This is a good day.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Random Musings
I know I shouldn't jinx it but----
Why are the Cubs winning?
And on a completely different subject----
Ground has been broken for what looks like a new development on the south west corner of 65th Place. Due west of the proposed Living Green Lofts.
I wonder if those are the Living Green Lofts or a completely different development? From what I understand ground should of been broken for LGL this spring. It's summer already and no activity.
At this point only time will tell.
Since the 20th ward has a new sherrif in town, there's been a flurry of building activity. It's almost like someone wants to spur neighborhood and economic growth.
Go figure.
Why are the Cubs winning?
And on a completely different subject----
Ground has been broken for what looks like a new development on the south west corner of 65th Place. Due west of the proposed Living Green Lofts.
I wonder if those are the Living Green Lofts or a completely different development? From what I understand ground should of been broken for LGL this spring. It's summer already and no activity.
At this point only time will tell.
Since the 20th ward has a new sherrif in town, there's been a flurry of building activity. It's almost like someone wants to spur neighborhood and economic growth.
Go figure.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Last Weekend---Friday, Part II
Now what are the odds of meeting two wine distributors with season tickets to the Cubs, boats on the lake and access to the new Veuve Clicquot non vintage Rose while looking for fellow bloggers I’ve never met before?
I felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Was this really happening?
Did I mention that one of the wine distributors was single?
When does this ever happen to me?
Actually, truth be told, this type of thing happens all of the time.
I always find myself running into some of the most interesting people in the most unlikely places. I guess last Friday was par for the course.
While double fisting at the front bar of Bernie’s watching pre-game, a nice man just came up and started talking to me.
He had that “married” look and seemed nice enough so we engaged in some back and forth baseball banter. After about a half an hour, his work friend came and joined him for pre-game libations.
It turned out the friend went to college in my home town so we debated the merits of town vs. gown and all that jazz.
Other topics ran the gamut from pissing and moaning about work, to where their other buddy might have wandered off to.
Somehow during the course of the multiple conversations, ice cold unopened beers** (Sam Adams, thank you) kept on being shoved in my hand.
God, this was a good day.
It was at this point the heavens opened and it’s as if God give us single women a little glimmer of what a good marriage looks like.
The first gentleman told a story of how he went shopping with his wife for one pair of shoes and she came out with five.
Not only did he NOT complain but he paid for all five pairs and understands why we need so many shoes.
I almost hugged him.
And yes before you ask, he was straight.
A nice man with a boat, who buys shoes and has access to good hooch---you must be shitting me.
I wasn’t aware such a man existed.
If I were her, I’d never let that dude out of my sight. You know how some broads get.
While his single friend was a bit easier on the eyes and had a rockin’ body, you could smell his commitment issues a mile away. It’s not that his looks and charm are wasted on me; it’s just that after a while you just understand that a leopard doesn’t change his spots.
In short, he ain’t the marrying kind.
Now he’s the "date awhile" kind and the “I can’t believe what I just did” kind but marriage? Nope. Nada. Nein.
A hoot and a holler nonetheless; thoroughly entertaining.
After a few more beers I asked them specifically what they did to procure legal currency and that’s when they dropped the bomb:
“We’re wine distributors.”
I think someone caught me when I swooned.
I was brought back to consciousness with another beer.
Life at that precise moment was as good as it was gonna get. Unfortunately after a brief chit chat about the wine business the guys had to posse up and head to their dugout seats at the game.
Seeing that I didn’t have a ticket to the game, the gentlemen loaded me up with sympathy beers and flew the coop.
There was a ward breakfast with the Mayor the next day and had to at least be able to put a sentence together.
I came, I drank, the Cubs conquered.
Rogers Park Reviewers, you missed a good time.
**As a general rule never accept drafts, open beers or cocktails of any kind from anyone you don’t know.
I felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Was this really happening?
Did I mention that one of the wine distributors was single?
When does this ever happen to me?
Actually, truth be told, this type of thing happens all of the time.
I always find myself running into some of the most interesting people in the most unlikely places. I guess last Friday was par for the course.
While double fisting at the front bar of Bernie’s watching pre-game, a nice man just came up and started talking to me.
He had that “married” look and seemed nice enough so we engaged in some back and forth baseball banter. After about a half an hour, his work friend came and joined him for pre-game libations.
It turned out the friend went to college in my home town so we debated the merits of town vs. gown and all that jazz.
Other topics ran the gamut from pissing and moaning about work, to where their other buddy might have wandered off to.
Somehow during the course of the multiple conversations, ice cold unopened beers** (Sam Adams, thank you) kept on being shoved in my hand.
God, this was a good day.
It was at this point the heavens opened and it’s as if God give us single women a little glimmer of what a good marriage looks like.
The first gentleman told a story of how he went shopping with his wife for one pair of shoes and she came out with five.
Not only did he NOT complain but he paid for all five pairs and understands why we need so many shoes.
I almost hugged him.
And yes before you ask, he was straight.
A nice man with a boat, who buys shoes and has access to good hooch---you must be shitting me.
I wasn’t aware such a man existed.
If I were her, I’d never let that dude out of my sight. You know how some broads get.
While his single friend was a bit easier on the eyes and had a rockin’ body, you could smell his commitment issues a mile away. It’s not that his looks and charm are wasted on me; it’s just that after a while you just understand that a leopard doesn’t change his spots.
In short, he ain’t the marrying kind.
Now he’s the "date awhile" kind and the “I can’t believe what I just did” kind but marriage? Nope. Nada. Nein.
A hoot and a holler nonetheless; thoroughly entertaining.
After a few more beers I asked them specifically what they did to procure legal currency and that’s when they dropped the bomb:
“We’re wine distributors.”
I think someone caught me when I swooned.
I was brought back to consciousness with another beer.
Life at that precise moment was as good as it was gonna get. Unfortunately after a brief chit chat about the wine business the guys had to posse up and head to their dugout seats at the game.
Seeing that I didn’t have a ticket to the game, the gentlemen loaded me up with sympathy beers and flew the coop.
There was a ward breakfast with the Mayor the next day and had to at least be able to put a sentence together.
I came, I drank, the Cubs conquered.
Rogers Park Reviewers, you missed a good time.
**As a general rule never accept drafts, open beers or cocktails of any kind from anyone you don’t know.
Last Weekend---Friday, Part I
Other than being the trash police, last weekend was fun but chaotic.
Friday the 7th was the Cubs’ home opener. The usual baseball lovin’ crew was in full effect but as to be expected, I made new friends along the way.
For those of you who have never experienced a Cub’s home opener, let me advise you that if you ever plan to dive in I suggest getting a good night’s sleep, bringing a great deal of cash and getting started very early.
Believe it or not, most of the bars in Wrigleyville, the neighborhood surrounding the ballpark, open at 6 AM.
You heard me 6 AM.
Note: Gates to the park opened at 11:20 AM. The game starts at 1:20 PM.
If you’re young, an inexperienced drinker or just a plain old dumb ass you could seriously hurt yourself.
Think about it, seven hours and twenty minutes of drinking---in some people’s cases, pounding---until the first pitch.
You could easily drink yourself into a coma.
Luckily I’m old enough, smart enough and have made a requisite opening day mistakes to know better.
Plus I had the ward breakfast with the Mayor on Saturday so I couldn’t show up looking like a bag of ass with a face on from the previous day.
Condo business with the lawyer delayed me so I didn’t wind up at Yakzie’s until about 9:45 AM.
Frankly that’s a respectable time to start drinking on opening day.
Despite the fact, I didn’t have a ticket I still like the event that opening day has grown into for the Cubs.
Hope for a playoff run and joviality rule the day. Naturally drinking was a touch heavier this year than last as Cub fans attempted to erase the memory of the White Sox winning the World Series.
As the kids bundled up and struck out to there seats, I thought it might be a good idea to bounce over to Bernie’s to see in any Rogers Park people took me up on my invitation.
Sadly I didn’t find any Roger’s Parkers but I did manage to run into some fine wine distributors.
Friday the 7th was the Cubs’ home opener. The usual baseball lovin’ crew was in full effect but as to be expected, I made new friends along the way.
For those of you who have never experienced a Cub’s home opener, let me advise you that if you ever plan to dive in I suggest getting a good night’s sleep, bringing a great deal of cash and getting started very early.
Believe it or not, most of the bars in Wrigleyville, the neighborhood surrounding the ballpark, open at 6 AM.
You heard me 6 AM.
Note: Gates to the park opened at 11:20 AM. The game starts at 1:20 PM.
If you’re young, an inexperienced drinker or just a plain old dumb ass you could seriously hurt yourself.
Think about it, seven hours and twenty minutes of drinking---in some people’s cases, pounding---until the first pitch.
You could easily drink yourself into a coma.
Luckily I’m old enough, smart enough and have made a requisite opening day mistakes to know better.
Plus I had the ward breakfast with the Mayor on Saturday so I couldn’t show up looking like a bag of ass with a face on from the previous day.
Condo business with the lawyer delayed me so I didn’t wind up at Yakzie’s until about 9:45 AM.
Frankly that’s a respectable time to start drinking on opening day.
Despite the fact, I didn’t have a ticket I still like the event that opening day has grown into for the Cubs.
Hope for a playoff run and joviality rule the day. Naturally drinking was a touch heavier this year than last as Cub fans attempted to erase the memory of the White Sox winning the World Series.
As the kids bundled up and struck out to there seats, I thought it might be a good idea to bounce over to Bernie’s to see in any Rogers Park people took me up on my invitation.
Sadly I didn’t find any Roger’s Parkers but I did manage to run into some fine wine distributors.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Friday, March 31, 2006
Opening Day is 7 Days Away
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Who's In?
Well I’ve apparently made some new blogging friends up on the north side.
Their super awesome blog seems to be the definitive source for all things Roger’s Park. It seems to be a good mix of commentary, information, activism and good old fashion ass kicking.
Don’t be put off friends; it’s what you have to do in Chicago. This city ain’t for bitches. The squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Nonetheless, a few friendly comments back and forth brings us on the verge of producing a north side/south side social.
Hell I’ll even give ‘em the benefit of the doubt and kick the party off near their digs.
While we’re at it, let’s incorporate baseball.
Now mark this down on your calendars and make sure you either take the day off of work or lay the groundwork so you can call in sick.
Friday, April 7th. Opening day for the Cubs. Bernie’s back bar.
I don’t have a ticket to the game so we’ll be able to wait until most of the boozers go over to the stadium so we can belly up.
Who’s in?
Their super awesome blog seems to be the definitive source for all things Roger’s Park. It seems to be a good mix of commentary, information, activism and good old fashion ass kicking.
Don’t be put off friends; it’s what you have to do in Chicago. This city ain’t for bitches. The squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Nonetheless, a few friendly comments back and forth brings us on the verge of producing a north side/south side social.
Hell I’ll even give ‘em the benefit of the doubt and kick the party off near their digs.
While we’re at it, let’s incorporate baseball.
Now mark this down on your calendars and make sure you either take the day off of work or lay the groundwork so you can call in sick.
Friday, April 7th. Opening day for the Cubs. Bernie’s back bar.
I don’t have a ticket to the game so we’ll be able to wait until most of the boozers go over to the stadium so we can belly up.
Who’s in?
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