“Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so I had one more for dessert.” – Johnny Cash, Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down
The Cubs’ current road trip feels like that post-drunk but right-before-hangover moment that tends to leave one in an alternating state of bliss and agony. Kyle Hendricks was bad, again, and the bullpen, also once again, wasn’t any better. Hendricks shouldn’t be allowed to face more than 18 batters, and Chicago’s relievers have blown five of nine save opportunities by my count.