Pickles (9/12/10)

Everyone has their pet peeves. For me, it’s containers of honey shaped like bears (don’t ask). For my wife, it’s anything even remotely associated with the Chicago Cubs. Wrigley Field? She thinks it a decrepit old building with lots of expensive seats located directly behind posts. The surrounding neighborhood? She sees it as nothing more than a loutish, overcrowded frat house. But she reserves the bulk of her disgust for the team itself. “They’re losers,” she says. “They haven’t won a World Series in 102 years. They’re never going to win.” How would she react if she were saddled with a Chicago Cubs bank card? I’m not sure, but I suspect our cupboards would be perpetually bare and our car’s gas tank perennially empty.