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Ted Lilly retired.

 

Somewhere there's a guy staring vacantly in the general direction of a wall, in a dim room. Doing it for hours.

 

That guy is Ted Lilly. One of my favorite Cubs ever.

This sounds TOTALLY cheesy, but I'd love to see my kid have the attitude he brought to the game.

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Ted Lilly retired.

 

Somewhere there's a guy staring vacantly in the general direction of a wall, in a dim room. Doing it for hours.

 

That guy is Ted Lilly. One of my favorite Cubs ever.

 

I'm kinda terrified that he's now roaming the streets without baseball as an outlet.

 

I miss the Ted Lilly Fan Club.

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It was cold outside. So cold that he couldn't tell if it was his breath he saw or what remained of the cigarette smoke he hadn't inhaled. He knew he was out too late. "For christ's sake" he said to know one. "I've got to be at the park in 7 hours."

 

And then he fell to the ground. The only thing he could feel was his cheek on the frigid cement. He'd felt a brief bit of pressure in his back before he fell, but it was gone now, and for some reason he couldn't reach his arms around to feel.

 

"Don't bother," he heard a voice say. "You're paralyzed."

 

He struggled to look up, to see where the voice was coming from. But all he could use was his eyes.

 

He was in luck, though, in a queer way. Because the voice came down to him.

 

"Recognize me?"

 

He kind of did, but he couldn't place it.

 

"Maybe you'll recognize me from a distance."

 

The assailant took a step back. Then another. He kept going until he was quite a ways down the alleyway.

 

With his face numb from laying on the frozen ground for so long, he stared at the man and saw him slowly start to wind up. This is a cruel end, he though. I'm an All-Star. A millionaire. And this [expletive] is pantomiming a windup before killing me. He's lefthanded, he said to himself. He thought if he lived through the attack, that bit of knowledge might help police track the assailant down.

 

"Sweet dreams, Carlos," the voice yelled.

 

He saw flash. And the lights went out.

 

http://i.imgur.com/OXAL3Jh.jpg

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It was cold outside. So cold that he couldn't tell if it was his breath he saw or what remained of the cigarette smoke he hadn't inhaled. He knew he was out too late. "For christ's sake" he said to know one. "I've got to be at the park in 7 hours."

 

And then he fell to the ground. The only thing he could feel was his cheek on the frigid cement. He'd felt a brief bit of pressure in his back before he fell, but it was gone now, and for some reason he couldn't reach his arms around to feel.

 

"Don't bother," he heard a voice say. "You're paralyzed."

 

He struggled to look up, to see where the voice was coming from. But all he could use was his eyes.

 

He was in luck, though, in a queer way. Because the voice came down to him.

 

"Recognize me?"

 

He kind of did, but he couldn't place it.

 

"Maybe you'll recognize me from a distance."

 

The assailant took a step back. Then another. He kept going until he was quite a ways down the alleyway.

 

With his face numb from laying on the frozen ground for so long, he stared at the man and saw him slowly start to wind up. This is a cruel end, he though. I'm an All-Star. A millionaire. And this [expletive] is pantomiming a windup before killing me. He's lefthanded, he said to himself. He thought if he lived through the attack, that bit of knowledge might help police track the assailant down.

 

"Sweet dreams, Carlos," the voice yelled.

 

He saw flash. And the lights went out.

 

http://i.imgur.com/OXAL3Jh.jpg

http://blakesnow.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/10/url-1.gif

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It was cold outside. So cold that he couldn't tell if it was his breath he saw or what remained of the cigarette smoke he hadn't inhaled. He knew he was out too late. "For christ's sake" he said to know one. "I've got to be at the park in 7 hours."

 

And then he fell to the ground. The only thing he could feel was his cheek on the frigid cement. He'd felt a brief bit of pressure in his back before he fell, but it was gone now, and for some reason he couldn't reach his arms around to feel.

 

"Don't bother," he heard a voice say. "You're paralyzed."

 

He struggled to look up, to see where the voice was coming from. But all he could use was his eyes.

 

He was in luck, though, in a queer way. Because the voice came down to him.

 

"Recognize me?"

 

He kind of did, but he couldn't place it.

 

"Maybe you'll recognize me from a distance."

 

The assailant took a step back. Then another. He kept going until he was quite a ways down the alleyway.

 

With his face numb from laying on the frozen ground for so long, he stared at the man and saw him slowly start to wind up. This is a cruel end, he though. I'm an All-Star. A millionaire. And this [expletive] is pantomiming a windup before killing me. He's lefthanded, he said to himself. He thought if he lived through the attack, that bit of knowledge might help police track the assailant down.

 

"Sweet dreams, Carlos," the voice yelled.

 

He saw flash. And the lights went out.

 

http://i.imgur.com/OXAL3Jh.jpg

 

http://www.vh1.com/celebrity/bwe/images/2009/05/simon.gif

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It was cold outside. So cold that he couldn't tell if it was his breath he saw or what remained of the cigarette smoke he hadn't inhaled. He knew he was out too late. "For christ's sake" he said to know one. "I've got to be at the park in 7 hours."

 

And then he fell to the ground. The only thing he could feel was his cheek on the frigid cement. He'd felt a brief bit of pressure in his back before he fell, but it was gone now, and for some reason he couldn't reach his arms around to feel.

 

"Don't bother," he heard a voice say. "You're paralyzed."

 

He struggled to look up, to see where the voice was coming from. But all he could use was his eyes.

 

He was in luck, though, in a queer way. Because the voice came down to him.

 

"Recognize me?"

 

He kind of did, but he couldn't place it.

 

"Maybe you'll recognize me from a distance."

 

The assailant took a step back. Then another. He kept going until he was quite a ways down the alleyway.

 

With his face numb from laying on the frozen ground for so long, he stared at the man and saw him slowly start to wind up. This is a cruel end, he though. I'm an All-Star. A millionaire. And this [expletive] is pantomiming a windup before killing me. He's lefthanded, he said to himself. He thought if he lived through the attack, that bit of knowledge might help police track the assailant down.

 

"Sweet dreams, Carlos," the voice yelled.

 

He saw flash. And the lights went out.

 

http://i.imgur.com/OXAL3Jh.jpg

 

I can't wait for episode 10

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[expletive] the newspaper biz. You should shack up with a sugar mamma and start writing some fiction. I'm thinking a young Mickey Spillane mixed in with a little Hemingway.
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It was cold outside. So cold that he couldn't tell if it was his breath he saw or what remained of the cigarette smoke he hadn't inhaled. He knew he was out too late. "For christ's sake" he said to know no one. "I've got to be at the park in 7 hours."

Aside from that:

http://ipagos.org/applause-gif-tumblr-47.gif

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Hughes gets 3/24 from Twins. Nolasco and Hughes as anchors to go along with their young hitting? Seems like a lot of pressure on Meyer to be really, really good to me.
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Someone's gonna have to talk Brett down from the ledge.
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@ChrisCotillo: #Cubs re-sign Darnell McDonald to minor league deal. Source says ST invite and language for opps in Asia if they arise
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@ChrisCotillo: #Cubs re-sign Darnell McDonald to minor league deal. Source says ST invite and language for opps in Asia if they arise

 

He apparently had a nice offer to go to Asia that he must have turned down for this.

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@ChrisCotillo: #Cubs re-sign Darnell McDonald to minor league deal. Source says ST invite and language for opps in Asia if they arise

 

Oh man we are set! :clapping: so exciting this offseason.

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