One Thing You Learned As A Cubs

I Guess You Don't Really Own A Dog, You Rent Them, And You Have To Be Thankful That You Had A Long Lease.

My First Baseman Is George "catfish" Metkovich From Our 1952 Pittsburgh Pirates Team, Which Lost 112 Games. After A Terrible Series Against The New York Giants, In Which Our Center Fielder Made Three Throwing Errors And Let Two Balls Get Through His Legs, Manager Billy Meyer Pleaded, "can Somebody Think Of Something To Help Us Win A Game?" "i'd Like To Make A Suggestion," Metkovich Said. "on Any Ball Hit To Center Field, Let's Just Let It Roll To See If It Might Go Foul."

Don't Tell Me You Can Pitch...pitch. Don't Tell Me You Can Sell...sell.

One Thing You Learned As A Cubs Fan: When You Bought You Ticket, You Could Bank On Seeing The Bottom Of The Ninth.

Never Trust A Baserunner With A Limp. Comes A Base Hit And You'll Think He Just Got Back From Lourdes.