The Cubs blew a perfect game - no hits, no walks, no errors, no Dodgers on base at all - in the eighth inning yesterday in completely Cubs fashion. I felt awful for the pitcher. There have only been 23 perfect games in baseball history, so the odds of Smiley getting through the final two innings were slim, but to have it end on a broken bat squiggler that traveled about ten yards is heartbreaking.
It looks like we are in for an extended cool period weather-wise. Lots of temps in hen fifties ahead. Jeans and jacket weather. So it goes.
Have a great Saturday.
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