Marmol blew the game, the Cubs fell below .500, Risso hit his second homer, but the real story was the most masculine mustache with a live arm that I’ve ever seen.
The Titanic came out when I was in high school. It was all the rage and as an epic I liked it but I only saw it once. All of the hundreds of thousands of teenage girls who kept going over and over again and blubbering their way through the final hour every time were maddening. I couldn’t understand two things:
- They knew what was going to happen so why was it still so damned emotional for them?
- If it tore them up that much then why did they keep watching?
- Each time I feel the teers coming to my eyes and each time I can’t stop watching.
- Even though I know it is going to rip me apart, I keep going back to watch it anyway.