No EBS today. Not because I’m so angry that I can’t muster it – though I am quite disappointed in the result.
Instead it’s because I’m at the ER with The Little Boy awaiting stitches. He’s fine, and I’m pecking this on my phone as the numbing agent kicks in (he’s playing on a tablet to avoid thinking about what’s coming).
His injury happened late enough in the game that, yes, I did see the Cubs blow things horribly, but I’ve got a healthy dose of bloody perspective right now, so I don’t really care. More on the game and the nightmare series later. Go hug a loved one.