In which Vincent Price and Roseanne make cameos, we ruminate about the nature of meatloaf, and we survive a hail of bullet points.
When we last visited the Cub Tracks continuum, we waxed poetic about home-cooking and briefly discussed fan-hate of the Mets and Reds. The Mets make themselves easy to hate, with Noo Yawk arrogance and honk. The Reds have Joey Votto, a fine player who apparently models himself after a WWE undercard heel. As we are in the infotainment business, we at Cub Tracks understand this, and we see Joey's henchman and raise him a mad doctor.