Next time you're driving in Chicago, take your eyes away from the road for just a moment and look in the mirror.
See that big eye in the middle of your forehead?
Took my wife to a movie Saturday night.
It was snowing again.
I swerved to miss a small canyon that you could just barely see the top of a Suburban sticking out of.
She goes, "Even though you look hideous, I'm glad for Pothole Eye."
Yeah, well I'm sick of it.
And the only way to escape it is to take your mind somewhere sunny.
Where young Cubs are chuckin' baseballs at each other.
If you concentrate really hard, you can do it now even though Pitchers and Catchers Report Day isn't til Thursday.
I'm doing it right now.
Go Away Pothole Eye!
PS: I've felt nothing but guilt ever since putting up an A-Rod post. Don't know what got into me. It's SPRING, DAMMIT!