Fuck that clown shit, stick to the pitching.Just when you think it’s safe to abandon all hope, let the bitterness crust up on you like Carol Marin’s pancake makeup and pack it in for the winter, the Cubs do this to us.

We know better.  We’ve seen this movie.  It ends pretty well.  If you enjoy burning wreckage and the end credits.

On Monday morning the Cubs had dumped five games in seven tries, fallen out of first place and were about as inspiring as a Bob Davie pep talk.

We made peace with it.  You know, after trashing our living room to the point that it looked like a Motley Crue hotel suite.  We gave the Cubs Live a cute little Death Spiral nickname and braced ourselves for another cancelled postseason.

Then, the Cubs humiliate the Cardinals in epic fashion on Monday.  They not only pounded out 17 hits and 12 runs, but they struck out the Ankiel Monitor four times, amid a glorious H-G-H! H-G-H! chant.

That win seemed to put a little pep back into the Cubs’ step.  So they headed off to woeful Houston and immediately lost the first game in soul-crushing fashion.  Thanks for nothing.

But then they bounced back and won the next two.  Now the Cubs are alone in first place with 16 games to go.  Son of a bitch.  We’re back to giving a shit again.

Now it’s off to the land of boiling Sudafed and “bathrooms” with crescent moons on the door.  Four games in three days against a Cardinals team that hasn’t won a game since the NY Daily News put their golden boy on the cover and touted him for the fraud he is.  He’s 2-23 with two singles since then.  In other words, he’s been so bad that even Ronny Cedeno is allowed to laugh at him.

It’s time to throw caution, and good sense to the wind.

Oh, what the hell.  You gotta die of something.  Might as well be Cubs-induced.