Friday, October 03, 2008


noun. A terrifying event that threatens to plunge my lovely north Chicago neighborhood into an unthinkable vat of misery... A brain-melting, soul-sucking, pee-scented, 100-year-old vat of misery.

Real citation: "So, this would be the portion of our program where you'd expect me to rip Zambrano for being a lot of talk and a lot of emotion but not anywhere close to clutch for a team that appears more deserving of a World Series berth than ever if it can get its self-inflicted highest-paid pitcher to pitch like a highly paid pitcher. Yes, this would be the time you'd expect me to point out how so many observers have yakked about Zambrano's arm angle and reduced velocity and dental hygiene, and talk like it's Cubpocalypse Now."
(Steve Rosenbloom, Aug. 27, 2008, Chicago Tribune,

Made-up citation: "Can the Cubpocalypse be averted? The Red Sox came back from 3-0 to beat the Yankees... But that required Dunkin' Donuts--corporate overlords of the state of Massachusetts--to throw all transplanted New Yorkers into a coffee-spewing volcano, where they died a scalding, delicious death that was pleasing to the baseball gods."

1 comment:

Deborah Leiter said...

As the daughter of a man from Gurnee who's rooted for the Cubs since he was 9, I applaud this word and intend to use it often.