a plea. May 10, 2008
Posted by Abby T in : ye olde sporte , trackbackDear Chicago Cubs,
Please don’t make it to the World Series this year.
Don’t get me wrong. I like you, Cubs. I really do. You are tied with the Mets to be my NL favorites. You may even be beating them a little bit, just because I live in your fan zone and can see your games on television all the time. I’m going to see you play on Tuesday, and I will be cheering for you the whole time.
But here’s the thing. I need you not to make it to the World Series.
Next fall, I’m stage managing a show whose title I can’t say on the internet because of dumb legal and licensing reasons - but I will say that the tagline may or may not rhyme with “the screamin’ arbor of sweet feet” - and it opens on Halloween. Halloween is probably going to be right in the middle of the World Series. And if you make the Series, dear Cubs, nobody is going to come to our show.
When the Red Sox aren’t playing, I will be behind you all the way until October, dear Cubs. I am behind you until Game 7 of the NLCS, should you get there, knock on wood, at which point, I will have to cheer for your opponents, whoever they may be.
I hope you understand. Can we still be friends?
Sincerely,
Abby
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Dear Chicago White Sox,
I don’t even have to ask.
Go Red Sox,
Abby
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Oh, you should have asked me to hand deliver your letter to the Cubs today. I don’t know how they would have taken your request, though. They acted like they like winning.
I KNOW WHAT PLAY IT IS !!!1!!1!ONE