The Cubs Are Too Pu$$y To Win The World Series

I'm sure all readers are aware of the squabble that took place last week between Cubs' SP Carlos Zambrano and catcher Michael Barrett. I personally thought it was awesome. I've never liked Barrett because he's a sh*tbum sissy and I think Zambrano is an absolute beast. Zambrano essentially d*ckslapped him in the face and Barrett had to go to the hospital with a split lip. WAH! Cry me a river for Christ's sake Barrett. You're supposed to be a professional athlete and you go to the hospital for that? Send a text message to your wife and ask for your balls back, pal. If it isn't bad enough that your catcher is about as tough as a fourth grade girl, here was Zambrano's response to the incident nearly a week later:

"He came to me the next day, and he apologized and I apologized to him and we cried," a teary-eyed Zambrano said after he beat the Milwaukee Brewers on Wednesday. "I still love him."

To this, Barrett responded:

"It was over the moment it happened for me. There were no hard feelings," Barrett told reporters. "I totally understand how things like that can happen. And like I said, I love him enough to move forward."

Ummmmmmmm ok, I guess thats cool. Whats next, team crying night? Do they listen to "Total Eclipse of the Heart" before games to get amped? Do they watch "Thelma and Louise" on bus trips and all join hands at the end? I'm disgusted. They should have used this incident as a rallying point and translated some of that anger to performance on the field. Instead, they used it as a team 'coming out party'. No wonder Sweet Lou is losing his friggin' mind.

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