Thursday, June 08, 2006

The Term, I Believe, is Crocodile Tears

There is now what may be irresponsibly described as irrefutable evidence that Golden Boy Albert Pujols is unequivocally a juicer.

The real tragedy is that Albert Pujols is to Cub fans what Brett Favre is to Bears fans: a player on the team’s biggest rival that kills us, but, up to now, earns begrudging respect from Chicago fans.

Now, they share, without any question, a love of the performance enhancing, or at least, the pain killing. At least Darryl Kile limited his use to a kinder substance.

All I know is that the toasted ravioli won’t taste as good tonight.

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