Browsing posts from September, 2009
Looks like Bobby Scales lost his halo.
The man’s burning-up in left field, too: misplaying balls in the corner and turning a should’ve been long out into a crucial home run ball.
Still, you can’t fault the guy for his effort. He’s playing out of position, he’s playing with pride, and he’s playing to make the team full-time next year. I’ll take that over Milton Bradley any day.
Speaking of which, Milton’s post game comments about leaving Chicago is music to my ears, and the best news from this club in eight weeks!
I don’t care what Heilman’s numbers are this season.
I’ve never felt comfortable with him pitching, and that’s largely because he just doesn’t look the part, I guess.
The other part is Heilman’s tendency, at least it seems, to crumble in big spots…always trying to do too much, as was the case Friday night.
Not exactly a good idea to go Macho Man Randy Savage against Matt Holliday in the bottom of the ninth.
WALK-OFF HR, GAME OVER.
Thursday’s game against Milwaukee was another one of those days.
Wasn’t Wells’ day, wasn’t the offense’s day, wasn’t a winning day.
The Cubs have had a bunches of them this season, too.
It’s like watching a copy machine spit out duplicates of the same losing box scores…Cubs pitch but can’t score, Cubs hit but can’t pitch.
Anyway, playing the Cards in September is suppose to be meaningful, which they have been the past two years, but not this weekend.
No, this September the Cubs enter the series nine-games back of St. Louis and already resigned to playing the likes of ‘has-been’ former-Cardinal So Taguchi.
Typical Cubbies Wednesday night, what more can I say?
The season is so dead; we’re already talking about the 2010 schedule with excitement. Yeaeaaah, Whoopiee…big-deal!
This series against the Brewers was supposed to be a big deal last year, and now it’s what? Plain. Awful. Baseball.
Anyway, it’s also late, my eyes are heavy and I’ve got a big day tomorrow, that being lunch at the Backstage Bistro.
So I’ll leave you with this…No Way the Cubs should resign Harden this offseason (and I’ve been saying this for many months now).
I love eating avocados.
Whether that’s in guacamole, on sandwiches or whatever, I could eat one everyday.
The problem with avocados, however, is they’re entirely too hard to keep fresh.
You either buy one, eat one, and to do so in a timely fashion, like immediately, or you’re left with a mushy brown mess and two bucks lighter in the back pocket.
If the Cubs’ season were an avocado, it would already be in the waste can: its tasty talent disappointing far too long for enjoyment.
Ryan Dempster is no John Smoltz.
The two hurlers, however, do share a common bond.
They’ve both successfully managed at least three-straight 20-save seasons followed by consecutive 10-win campaigns.
Bo Jackson did it right.
Play baseball until you’re out of the hunt, then throw on the football pads.
I bet more baseball players would do it if they could, but that’s one advantage we have as fans, flipping on the football switch is easy.
I’m spending the weekend at the Old Town Wine Crush.
Good weather, good food and apparently some good wine, too.
I do enjoy the occasional glass of grape, but don’t mistake me for a vino snob; I’m a beer drinker first.
Where were you on the morning of September 11th, 2001?
I was on the campus of Ohio University walking to my 9am English class.
On my way up Jeff Hill on the East Green I overheard someone talking about a plane crashing into the White House.
Didn’t think much of it at the time, figuring some idiot was just taking his politics a little too far.
That feeling changed, however, when I reached the English building.
Finally some Autumn Thunder.
And no, I’m not talking about the Cubs’ sweep in Pittsburgh this week.
I’m talking NFL football, the saving grace for Cubs fans in September.