Leave it to the Cubs to put that vomit taste in our mouths yet again. I can handle just not scoring enough runs off the opposing starter, I can handle giving up the go-ahead runs in the 6th or 7th or 8th, but there's just nothing quite as gut-wrenching as watching the closer serve up a pair of meatballs to a pair of meatballs like Uggla and Ross. Ruins my Sunday night it does. :-&