After the Dream Season

I checked off a lot of boxes on my list last year, anyone that has read this blog has done the same.

• World Series Championship!
• Come from what seemed like behind in extra innings of game 7
• Dream appearance of a player just in time -Schwarber

What more can I ask for?
How about this, a dynasty.

I wanted it in the Dusty years when it looked like we would make it at least once, and I want it now when it looks like we are built for the long haul.

Look back through my blog and see my ancient anguish, and know I have seen many demons slain.
Now, let's be the baseball dynasty of this century.

No jinxes.
We have the stacked up talent, let's just run with it.

Rebuilding 2014 - Hard to hang a hat on

Like all of my blogs, this has gone into disrepair, but I may be coming back, if you for some reason subscribed or bookmarked my blog, keep an eye out, this is all reviving.

Welcome to the White Sox Chirpers

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The Cubs don't want any part of the Sox right now.
-heard on WSCR, Mike North, this morning.

And the chirping begins. It's been a while, as the Sox struggled to stay above .500, apparently the line of demarcation is their ascendence to 10 games above the .500 mark. Congrats, Sox Fans, it's rareified air. Why can't you just enjoy it?

I know, because you're a White Sox fan. You get ahead in a bad division, (Yes, the division is bad. Let's all quit being stunned), made worse by injuries to your key rivals, and the first thing you do, take a shot at the Cubs.

To be frank, you would be in Third Place in our division, and you are exactly the type of flawed, puffed up team that we have made meals of this season. How about those Diamondbacks, they were on exactly the kind of roll you are on right now when they came to town, to be swept.

Watching a bare amount of Sox games, the broadcasts are so bad I'm happy each day I don't have to watch, the Sox are a very flawed team. They would lose a game of pickle to a Pony League team, for chrissakes. Let's talk about that Triple Steal the White Sox allowed, or the tirade your manager pulled off last week.

All of these Barbs have been mostly withheld, but do not think I and my fellow Cub fans are incapable of recognizing what is a clearly inferior team on the South Side this year. You are the Brewers, with worse defense and slightly better pitching. The White Sox do not scare me. I truly hope that they make the playoffs, and we can decide who is truly better the right way this year, in the World Series.

Tommy Lasorda, 7th Inning Superstar!

I'm glad they had Tommy Lasorda come up and do the 7th inning at Wrigley Field last night, one fo the few times the ritual didn't irritate me. Even with Fergie Jenkins in the booth, I got irritated because the game was going by below these announcers that seem to forget they are on air when a quasi-celebrity walks through.

Tommy Lasorda is a different story. He could sing every night and sit through tow or three innings if he wanted to in my book. Not because he sang "Root root root for the Dodgers.., " or because the Cubs rallied while he was in the booth. I can forgive the Dodgers reference, this guy bleeds Dodger blue more than even Ron Santo does Cubbie blue.

Tommy did the usual guest's stint in the booth, but as I've said, he was enjoyable, and watching the game. It was refreshing, more so than even having some perennial Cubs fans and 7th Inning conductors like John Cusack, in the booth because of the unique perspective Lasorda has on baseball.

First of all, he doesn't care what anyone thinks, he has done his time, and then some, and then a little more. He is around the game, at 80 years old, because he loves it, and he even ahdd a little bit og softness for the Cubs and the CUbs fans. In the booth in the past, you could hear disdain for tboth, but last night, through the Cubs rally that would ultimately win the game, he was level headed. Only one muffled curse as Ramirez drove in the go ahead run stood as evidence of his Dodger Blue blood and the vaunted Lasorda temper.

Tommy even has a blog, where I got the picture from and where he has an audio clip of his singing. You have to admire this guy, for everything he brought to the game and the way he respected and played the game. One of his best quotes from his guest stint was about today's players.

Paraphrasing: These guys say they're tired these days? I use to tell them, you walk out to the field 9 times, you walk back nine times, you bat four times, one of those times you might get on base, how can you get tired?
-Tommy Lasorda

I wish they could come up with guests like that every night, but they just can't. I'm in favor of making the 7th Inning Guest conductor a special occasion type of thing, not an every night tired old pony.

A Catch Like No Other

I could not be a Cubs fans, or even remotely justify having even a free, lightly developed, Cubs blog, without taking note of this catch, made by Reed Johnson, one of my favorite surprises so far this season, and he just keeps getting better.



This guy, I'd never heard of him before Spring training, late in spring training, when the Blue Jays cut him and we picked him right up. What a pickup. Apparently, the Blue Jays are loaded, or maybe he just needed a change of scenery, but Reed Johnson is the Ryan Theriot of the outfield, with possibly a little more speed, and the same giddyup that is beginning to signify the Lou Piniella era.

I've come to believe that you can tell a coach not by his stars, but by his peripheral players. Rare is the coach that can really change a star player, especially if they are already successful, but it's the players that a coach keeps around to fill in the other spots that tell his ability, and character. I felt the same way when Dusty came in, because his Neifi Perez's actually were a cut above the guys we'd had previously coming off the bench. His unexplained overuse of them, despite performance, is another story.

Lou Piniella plays the hot hitter, period. Want to play some baseball, Mike Fontenot, take advantage of the AB or two you'll get from sitting on Lou's bench and soon you'll be starting, keep it up when you get an extended chance, and you may start sharing time with a regular starter. Conversely, start playing stupid baseball like I've seen the last two outings and you will lose any tan you may be working on sitting back in the dugout shadows. You too, Henry Blanco. There have been some good points, but you need to start acting like the player that signed that nice fat contract.

Reed Johnson knows Lou's game. And he doesn't rest on his laurels, or bitch about his batting postion, or field position, he doesn't bitch, he doesn't even preen for the cameras after making such an outstanding play. One that might have required a five minute semi-pro dance routine anywhere else. He doesn't even bother to put his cap bill back down and he runs away, holding up the ball.

My love affair with baseball, and the Cubs

As long as I can remember, I have been a Cubs fan. Probably before I even realized that baseball was a game, or what a game was, I have been a Cubs fan.
Blame my mom.

As a little boy, before I can even remember now, she took me to Cubs games. I met, well saw and got autographs from, Ron Santo, Billy Williams, Ernie Banks, and many others. Those were the days where the players hung around the field and the stands before the game, signing autographs and talking to the fans.

No, shit, talking to the fans.
I remember Billy Williams as being the nicest person outside of my family that I had met at that point of my life. I don't have any specific memories of those early Cubs games, when I was 4 and 5 years old, but they set a pleasant tone for the rest of my life, following the Cubs.


I'm not the biggest Cubs fan in the world, not even close, but I'm in the upper ten percentile. I don't have single baseball card left or the statistics of the 1984 lineup logged into my cranium but I did find a way to watch the last game of that playoff series against the Padres, stationed in Europe, before ESPN globalization. Unfortunately, it was the worst game of the season.

Like many, WGN played a huge role in my being able to take the Cubs with me wherever I went. Still, watching a team that bad year after year can turn things the other way, and set someone rooting for them up for ridicule. I never jumped off the bandwagon, though at times I wasn't exactly waving the Cubby flag.

I watched the Boys of Zimmer from Des Moines, Iowa, amongst a crowd of Cub fans nearly ass pervasive as in my hometown, and the Boys of Dusty, in Arizona, with my buddy, a Cubs fan in the 99th percentile, which I will call the Ernie Banks Percentile. They nearly killed me that summer, because the Cubs were all I had.

Things aren't quite like they were in Arizona, more is good in life for mme and the Cubs have more than blind faith leading them into this season. Lou Piniella is the best manager they have in my lifetime and ownership has opened the purse strings a little to get some free agents. Maybe Alfonso Soriano was over priced, and has some issues as a player, but he was the best available, and they ponied up for him. Bottom line, wherever he hits, he makes the team better.

Every season, Spring comes and I gear up for baseball. I read, watch, listen, and breathe Cubby stats and talk, and listen or watch every game I can. There is very little that preempts a Cubs game for me. I won't give up on them, because in some cosmic sense, I think that it comes back around and the world hasn't given up on me.

Brent Kowalkoski - You Are Now a Sox Fan

I almost forgot about this moron, Brent Kowalkoski, but the update in the tribune about him reminded me again. In fact, it took me 3 times to get his name down into the Google search, so any notoriety is fleeting, if existent. And he didn't get his ass kicked by the pitcher he rushed, like the guy with Randy Myers in the 90's, so nobody will talk about him after this.

Still, you gotta wonder what the guy was thinking, and what this judge was thinking by letting him off with probation. He should have at least done a weekend or two in Cook County. He is also banned from Wrigley for two years, but I don't really see how they are going to enforce him, unless all the employees got a real good look at him and will be on the lookout. As they were saying late in the season last year, even Bartman went to more Cubs games and wasn't recognized, none of which were ever substantiated, but I don't doubt he could have gone if he wished.

Bartman is welcome back in my book. He did what anyone would have done, Alou, Prior, and Gonzales are the ones that lost that game for us, and forethought makes us all realize that the city of Chicago may nearly have ruined a man's life over that. So much so that unprompted, I remember Steve Bartman's name, Breat Kerzollooski, he can go to U.S. Cellular Field with the rest of the degenerates.