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Dear World of Baseball and especially the Chicago Cubs Management,

First of all I want to extend my deepest condolences to the Cub’s Management. I know you really wanted to play professional baseball when you were growing up. But then sometime while you were picking daisies in right field during a little league game you realized maybe you weren’t cut out to be a big leaguer and settled for the next best thing. Only the joke was still on you because you ended working management for the cubs. So let me reiterate: I’m sorry.

That said, altogether now, just because some bum of a sportswriter on Yahoo Sports (no disrespect) thinks you should ban beer sales at Wrigley doesn’t mean you should actually consider it. Yeah some drunk “Chicagoian” person threw a beer at Shane Victorino while he was catching a fly ball. Yeah I agree it was tasteless. And yeah I know that me saying an act was tasteless is a rarity only topped by the Cubs’ World Series Titles. But still that doesn’t warrant taking away ice cold brews from the few poor schmucks who actually still root for baseball’s most forlorn team.

For those of you don’t know or don’t care the Cubs haven’t won a World Series Title since 1908. For a little historical perspective this was the year Henry Ford produced the first Model T, a 2 year old named Pu Yi became China’s new Emperor, and coincidentally also the year John McCain turned 50. The fact that this team still has fans despite a championship drought of over 100 years is nothing short of a miracle. Scientology requires less blind faith. If any of Major League Baseball’s legions of fans deserve beer it’s those brave souls who travel to Wrigley Field every year.

So they may get a little rowdy. So they may reach out onto a field for foul balls. So they may jeopardize their own team in the playoffs and crucify one of their own as a result (I believe in Steve). They deserve as much slack as they can get after this long. Their excuses ran out sometime during the Vietnam War; and for some reason they’ve blamed a farm animal for it. Maybe I’m crazy or maybe I just care.

Moral of the story is that you drink your beer with some class folks, and more importantly that you should save it for Manny. You never know when the next hops shortage will occur and no one wants to get caught flat footed and empty handed when a fly ball comes his or her way (oh come on, its not like he’s going to catch it anyway).

Cheers,
Me