As if balls falling out of the ivy at Wrigley weren't enough, Wednesday's Sox-Indians game was delayed...by a rogue squirrel. This is exactly what we need around lunch time on a Friday. I, for one, welcome our new squirrel overlord. I shall name him Scrappy. [via the incomparable Awful Announcing via denseland]



Heh. I like when the squirrel flattens down and goes STEALTH SQUIRREL.
This makes me miss This Week In Baseball.
Oh hell no! The Cubs hand their black cat and we have our squirrel. Oh well, at least it gives us an excuse for not winning for the next 100 years...
Well LA-DE-DA! Aren't we fancy - "rouge" squirrel. On the blue collar north side, we just call 'em red squirrels.
I was at Wrigley a few years back and a squirrel ran off the field, up the ivy and into the bleachers, giving one woman a good face clawing while trying to get away. She was later seen "across the street" as we say (glug glug) with her face bandaged up but laughing about it.
A rouge squirrel? Since when did they start letting them wear makeup?
I know, I know, I misspelled it. I blame having to type "Baton Rouge" several dozen times earlier in the week.
He was probably rabid or sick. Most squirrels don't act that way.
That was the most exciting moment in base ball I ever watched!
Thanks for naming the squirrel after me, Marcus!
Ali, consider him your new sidekick