Poor Greg. All that money, time and emotional torture that went in to taking out a scoreboard message at yesterday's Cubs game asking his girlfriend to marry him. And then, after a half-hour long bottom of the fifth, just as the proposal was set to run, the girlfriend leaves her seat. (Perhaps she was getting hot dogs or sodas, but come on, she was totally going to poop.*) Poor Greg.


Actually, you know what? He proposed to her on the scoreboard at a Cubs game. Forget Greg, poor Erica.

UPDATE: We got a nice letter from someone close to Greg's mother, and she requests that we inform you that Erica was actually getting beer, not going to poop. So there.