The show went off without a hitch today, thank goodness. Once again we caught up with Brendan stationed outside the Cook County Courthouse in his mom's Sebring convertible. From what it sounded like to me, the top was still up. Brendan is not a big top dropper really, at least that's what I've gathered from my time with him. His(well his mom's really) model Sebring is a bit older, and is the type where you have to unclip the hood and physically push it back yourself. This might just be the extra step that keeps Uncle Greasey from feeling that cool breeze tickle the follicles on his head. The one time I did convince him to take the hood down and utilize the convertible feature, all the garbage in the car started flying in our faces and out the back. I've never seen so many Wendy's napkins in flight. Needless to say, Brendan kept it closed for the ride home.

We're going to the Cubs game tonight, and I really hope I don't have to sit through an entire playing of that lame ass "Go Cubs Go" song. I'm not saying that as a White Sox fan trying to poke fun. Just in general, that song makes me cringe. There is just something about it's laid back, sing songy attitude that really pisses me off. If I were a Cubs fan, I would want to sing something way cooler after the game. On the south side, we usually go with AC/DC's 'Thunderstruck', an anthem that became engrained in the White Sox culture after 2005. Before that, it was typically Sweet Home Chicago, a song anyone can get behind. I'll even help someone write a cooler Cubs song, as long as no one ever has to hear that Steve Goodman crap again. I mean come on, he says the Cubs are only the best in the National League. Why lowball yourself like that in your own team anthem!?