Thank You, Scheduling Gods of Baseball

As you may recall, back in July of 2006 and again in August of 2007, Toasty Joe and friends packed up and split for the midwest - Bratwurst Land - to see the Mets play the Cubs at Wrigley. As luck would have it, both trips were weekend series in the middle of summer. I don't have the energy to describe everything that happened out there (read the posts), but it was raucous. It was crazy. It was eventful. It was alcohol-drenched. It was warm and sunny. And, most of all, it was fun.

But after the schedules were published this year, much to my dismay, I saw that the Scheduling Gods had given the Mets (i) a grand total of TWO games at Wrigley Field; (ii) in APRIL; (iii) on a fucking MONDAY and TUESDAY. What a sick, perverted joke. Needless to say, a trip to Wrigley in 2008 was not in the stars.

However, now that I have seen the rectal carnage that is the Mets 2008 Chicago trip, I must say I am glad that I didn't plunk down a grand see this sorry display of baseball, to see scores of stranded baserunners, infinite double-plays, boneheaded defense, a completely and utterly useless right side of the infield in all respects, barely-adequate starting pitching repeatedly brutalized by a gawd-awful bullpen, Aaron Heilman....well, just Aaron Heilman, and the likes of Ronnie Muthaflippin' Cedeno hit a grand slam.

So, until we meet again, Murphy's.

See you next year, Cubby Bear.

Catch ya in '09, Hi-Tops. Oh wait, no I won't - you're not there anymore.

Damn. Now I'm really depressed.