F*ck those f*ckin' fans who come out here and say they're Cub fans that are supposed to be behind you, rippin' every f*ckin' thing you do. I'll tell you one f*ckin' thing, I hope we get f*ckin' hotter than sh*t, just to stuff it up them 3,000 f*ckin' people that show up every f*ckin' day, because if they're the real Chicago f*ckin' fans, they can kiss my f*ckin' ass right downtown and PRINT IT.
They're really, really behind you around here...my f*ckin' ass. What the f*ck am I supposed to do, go out there and let my f*ckin' players get destroyed every day and be quiet about it? For the f*ckin' nickel-dime people that show up? The motherf*ckers don't even work. That's why they're out at the f*ckin' game. They oughta go out and get a f*ckin' job and find out what it's like to go out and earn a f*ckin' living. Eighty-five percent of the f*ckin' world's working. The other fifteen come out here. A f*ckin' playground for the cocks*ckers. Rip them motherf*ckers. Rip them f*ckin' cocks*ckers like the f*ckin' players. We got guys bustin' their f*ckin' ass, and them f*ckin' people boo. And that's the Cubs? My f*ckin' ass. They talk about the great f*ckin' support that the players get around here. I haven't see it this f*ckin' year. Everybody associated with this organization have been winners their whole f*ckin' life. Everybody. And the credit is not given in that respect.....
Alright, they don't show because we're 5 and 14...and unfortunately, that's the criteria of them dumb fifteen motherf*ckin' percent that come out to day baseball. The other eighty-five percent are earning a living. It'll take more than a 5 and 13 or 5 and 14 to destroy the makeup of this club. I guarantee you that. There's some f*ckin' pros out there that wanna f*uckin play this game. But you're stuck in a f*ckin' stigma of the f*ckin' Dodgers and the Phillies and the Cardinals an all that cheap sh*t...... it's sickening, it's unbelievable. It really is. It's a disheartening f*ckin' situation we're in right now. 5 and 14 doesn't negate all that work. We got 143 f*ckin' games left.
What I'm tryin' to say is don't rip them f*ckin' guys out there. Rip me. If you wanna rip somebody, rip my f*ckin' ass. But don't rip them f*ckin' guys 'cause they're givin' everything they can give....
I decided to play an aggro game and sucked out a few times. I finished in the money, but just missd the final table, finishing 7th. I did not catch many cards in the first couple of hours, but I did hit a torrid streak as we got close to the money. The big hand that essentially kept me from the final table was when my K-J lost (TPGK) to K-Q.
I hope to have a good showing tonight at the Bodonkey. I used to rule this tournament (four wins), but I have been struggling since the stakes went up.
I finished a couple of spots out of the money at the Bodonkey -- 7th, if I recall correctly. It became pushmonkey time once we neared the final table, and a complete lack of cards caused my stack to decrease too much, only to get dominated when I finally came up with something -- Ace-rag.
Actually, I got virtually no cards the entire tournament. I did get Big Slick once or twice, but I do not recall getting a pocket pair higher than 8-8. I hope that means that tonight's Mookie will see me flush with AA, KK, QQ, ...