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You know, anybody can talk about the Cubs. Well, not anybody. Little babies can't. Mutes. Most dogs. Monks under a vow of silence. Dead people. And people who don't follow baseball could, but they'd probably be talking about something different.
My point is, sometimes you have to do something special to catch my eye.
Just North of Wrigley Field did it. Chicago Cubs talk. And Professional Wrasslin' fantasy booking. Throw in a fart joke or two, a breast reference or three, and a nice soup recipe every now and then, and it would be the world's most perfect Tommy-reading blog.
You know, anybody can talk about the Cubs. Well, not anybody. Little babies can't. Mutes. Most dogs. Monks under a vow of silence. Dead people. And people who don't follow baseball could, but they'd probably be talking about something different.
My point is, sometimes you have to do something special to catch my eye.
Just North of Wrigley Field did it. Chicago Cubs talk. And Professional Wrasslin' fantasy booking. Throw in a fart joke or two, a breast reference or three, and a nice soup recipe every now and then, and it would be the world's most perfect Tommy-reading blog.
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