swing and a miss, "strike three!" yells the ump a home park like comiskey: referred to as a dump the bulls win! why must all my teams swallow the big one and choke on the cream? money flying around like crazy,lets bet on the super bowl lets let a homer fly away and hit a beanpole yankees win, the yankees win, and it sickens me to my stomach to hear that phrase who are the cub hall of famers? not one is willie mays sports figures in retirement, barry said goodbye to the game he improved on the fly a barrage of boos upon the pitcher who gave up the dinger the right winger getting a hell of a stinger defensive tackles who fall on their prey and its the QB who beats them anyway and its wait till next year for my beloved cubbies who along with the rest play like the'yve got bubbies no remorse for the commish, holding his nose its his fault the blackhawks and the sox got hosed owners who won't spend the money, its too much to pay i can see the fans on waveland turning gray the 10-yard fight is over and done and as a chicago fan im not having fun already im on speed dial, and it says wait till next year, thats 35$ you have to pay at least boston fans curiosity has been fed by the time chicago gets named sports city of the year, ill be dead pretty convienent, isn't it maybe i shouldn't go down with my ship into the pit caught in the cookie jar? don't give a fuck all my teams here in chicago suck.Birth sign: Aries
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