Well, At Least He’s Not In Prison (Yet)
So, as I mentioned earlier, I was able to get a ticket to the Cubs playoff game tonight. Rather than discuss the outcome of the game or how much I paid for the ticket (or how going to bathroom at Wrigley is the most degrading and disgusting experience one can have outside of a prison), I would rather discuss a little politics. Our seats were right below the entrances to the super luxury boxes, which, again, at Wrigley means they have a few lawn chairs, a 12 pack of Old Style and an open toilet pit in the middle of the room. Midway through the second inning I hear a bunch of people start booing, which I thought was odd since the Cubs were doing well at that second. But I look up and who is on the catwalk going into a suite but Mr. Helmet Hair himself, Rod Blagojevich. It was awesome, the crowd booed him the whole time and he just stood there and waved and grinned like an idiot. Which takes balls I guess, although he knows he couldn’t get elected dog catcher at this point so he might as well enjoy the time he has left. And that hair – sweet jesus it was a sight even from 50 feet away.