Two weeks ago Kuta talked me into going to a Cubs game with he and Bill even though I had flexible sigmoidoscopy prep to do. I realized that if I die as a result of a camera being inserted into my rectum and potentially perforating my colon and causing me to bleed to death, I will have seen the Cubs play one last time. And aside from fantasy sports drafts, I don't see these dudes very often, so it wasn't an opportunity I could really pass up and still feel okay with myself.

The preparation did not allow me to eat anything after 6pm, and I could only drink clear liquids. No hot dogs or beer at a game is weird, but it was a fun night nonetheless.