I’m a little drunk, but that won’t stop me from using WordPress.

I don’t know what’s going to happen over the last two months of the season—Kerry Wood’s blister might turn out to be a space alien (a smaller version of the thing in the guy’s chest in Total Recall), rendering him done for the season; the Ryan Dempster Fluke Train might (will?) derail; Rich Harden might (will?) get hurt—but right now, at this moment, the Cubs could beat anybody, and the Brewers look like a bunch of petulant children.