John Cusack might think he'd be better off dead after his last entry on The Huffington Post. He wrote about his childhood memories of going to Cubs games at Wrigley Field. You say how nice. Well they would be if they were true.
Page Six is all over Cusack as people have been coming out of the woodwork to point out the numerous inconsistencies and "mistruths" littering his post.
Wrigley Field and all-things-Cubs, when Jose Cardenal was the only player who could really play. When it was Mick Kelleher and Larry Biittner and George " the Baron" Mitterwald -- and Pete LaCock on first base and "Tarzan" Joe Wallis in centerfield. And Bruce Sutter with that unhittable split-fingered fastball... Ride the El up from Evanston, change on the Howard line and take the Express to Wrigley -- which I did as many times as I could scrape together $2.50 for a one-way kamikaze mission, and another $1.75 for bleacher seats, then steal hot dogs and Cokes from the vendors before taking the train home after the game...Bloggers everywhere have gone to town on the post. He's so choked up over his childhood memories that he can't remember when players like Sammy Sosa played or how to spell their names. Someone from the Beechwood Reporter has no sympathy for the rich kid living on Sheridan Ave. in Evanston scraping together $1.75 from the money tree on his front lawn. Let's not even talk about getting Red Line service wrong.
Ah whatever. The point Cusack's trying to make is a good one and one that I happen to support. Chicago is a great sports town. However you should probably get your facts straight if you're going to put yourself out there. Legions of bloggers in their mom's basements have nothing better to do than rip you apart if you slip. Then again we also can't be too judgmental. He is writing from Bangkok. He's probably chock-a-block with ladyboy cock and busy betting on elephant polo. I'm surprised he had time to write even with Arianna on his ass.
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