Tommy used to work on the docks…

So during the 5th inning of the Cubs/Pirates 15 inning affair on Wednesday, the little lady gave me some alarming news. Her best gal pal had fallen ill and wasn’t able to go with her to a Bon Jovi concert they had tickets for that night. Now here’s the thing, I’m not in the business of going to Bon Jovi concerts. As a matter of fact, neither is the misses exactly, but apparently she and her friend wanted to “laugh and rock out” to the music they loved when they were younger. (As a side note, I’m starting to think she’s lying to me about her age.)

Not wanting her to lose out on the experience/coupled with the fact that Wood just gave up a game tying HR, I caved and we hopped on the metro down to Staples. (Think el to United Center.) What happened next? Well I’ll tell you, Bon Jovi and an old looking guy I’m told is Richie Sambora proceeded to rock my face off. I soon looked like this:

Ok, not really, but it was a lot more fun than I expected. Now, you’re probably wondering, what does this have to do with the Cubs? Well it’s pretty simple. Those games against the Pirates were so boring, I feel lucky I got to miss 6 innings of one at a Bon Jovi concert. Thanks for the sweep, but I’m begging you Cubs, no more marathon games in front of 5 thousand fans, please. Games like that are bad medicine. Whoa oh oh.