tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871725095693834162.post9076012557296768379..comments2024-03-03T11:16:08.191-05:00Comments on Proctor's Type: Baseball (Part 2 of 3)Eric Proctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11131429295356358610noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871725095693834162.post-55261308774215393932011-03-30T22:00:57.876-04:002011-03-30T22:00:57.876-04:00The Cubs are the truth. Thank God your Dad was no...The Cubs are the truth. Thank God your Dad was not into Chipper. It always seemed to me that Braves games on TBS captivated no one. The fans barely cheered, the announcers were dull, and winning a division title every year and the the World Series would get old after a while (I would assume).<br /><br />The Cubs had Harry, and a team full of schmucks you grew to love. Also, cameramen who could pick out hot ladies in the crowd with great aplomb. To me, it was obvious. Although I was also born into a Cubs home.TRADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02829345600984955401noreply@blogger.com