I guess I feel like a bit of a traitor, but I’ve officially bet on the Cubs for tonight’s game. I’m not going large or anything, just a simple $20 to make $22 kind of deal. Brendan and I are heading out after the show to watch the game, and I figured this way, with my own money on the line, I could figure out a way to maybe even cheer for the Cubs---just a little. It certainly isn’t easy being a baseball fan in a city with two teams. I feel like I’m cheating on the Sox by extending any excitement towards the Cubs’ playoff run, However, the way I see it, it’s kind of like my girlfriend (the White Sox) decided to stay in tonight and catch up on their Grey’s, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get my grind on with the hot little number in the red and blue pinstripes. Or something like that…

Brendo and I are heading to a local establishment we are trying to become regulars at. I’m not really sure why we want to be recognized as regulars, since there’s really not much that comes out of the deal, but maybe someday we can have our picture hung up above our favorite stools. Who knows, maybe they could even add a Matt-tini or Brendan-tini to the cocktail menu.