Hell is up, right?

It’s been 34 years a day since the Cubs last swept the Cardinals in a four-game series at Wrigley Field and it’s been almost an hour and a half since they traded a Hall of Fame starting pitcher. Good times.

On Thursday, Jim Hendry gave Dusty another in a long series of tepid votes of confidence. This one was designed to change the question Dusty gets every day from, “So, you fired yet?” to “You’re not going to come back for more of this shit next year, are you?”

Then the Cubs took the field full of verve and vigor and pantsed the Cardinals four days in a row. It’s been a bad year full of bad moments, and really, a rational, mature person wouldn’t derive a tremendous amount of satisfaction at a four-game winning streak in July. But nobody ever said I was rational or mature.

In many ways, the fact that the Cubs are going nowhere made the second Wrigley sweep of the Cardinals even better. It’s easy for the Cards’ fans to shrug, tug on their loose teeth and say, “You guys is purty good this year,” but what do they say when the Cubs have nearly a quarter of their season win total against their beloved Satanic Fowl? I shudder to think.

On Thursday night I was there with longtime Desipio readers Mike D. and TJ, and with one of the Goatriders (Jason, who is either Pestilence or Destitution, I always forget).

You’d have been proud. Mike screamed “Kidney Hoarder” at David Eckstein whenever he got a chance, I barked when The Genius came out for pitching changes, and our conversations were about the kinds of things that are the topic of upscale cocktail parties all over the largest cities in the world. Stuff like:

– Just how much better would the Barrett-Eyechart brawl have been if the pitcher involved in it wasn’t Rich Hill, but was Carlos Zambrano? Would Carlos be serving time right now?

– If you’re Barrett and Eckstein comes to bat couldn’t you get in his head with stuff like, “Hey Dave, I saw your nephews the other day. Cute kids. Why are their eyes so yellow?”

– How many years was Albert Pujols ahead of Juan Marichal in high school?

– Is Edmonds jealous of Juan Encarnacion that the Wrigley glory hole is in right and not center?

– Did Joe Morgan really say, “Well, I still have two more,” on the air when Jon Miller consoled him on the Sunday, July 24 broadcast about the death of his sister? (He really did say it.)

– Why not give Carlos a few starts in left field, or at least first base. Maybe he could break his home run tie with Derrek Lee?

We saw some astounding things.  We saw Jock Jones make a catch in the right field well when he actually “had” to jump, instead of just jumping because he’d run himself out of position.

We saw Rich Hill throw a 1-2-3 inning.  Seriously.  He did it.  Once.

Bobo Novoa came in and got Albert to hit into a double play.

We even got to berate some dumbass Cardinals fan with a Bartman 03 jersey.  Asking him where his Jorge Orta jersey was.

But the whole weekend was grand.  The Cardinals defense was atrocious all weekend long.  From Scott Rolen giving the “Roger Dorn ole!” to a grounder on Thursday, to Carlos Marmol’s mad dash home on Friday where he easily beat a Cardinals’ relay throw, to Angel Pagan’s steal of home (thanks to Ron Ce getting ‘picked off’ first and getting out of it) to the classic Hank White hookslide around a bad Eckstein throw to the plate on Sunday.  Perhaps the Cubs have found out that by actually putting the ball in play occasionally, they open up the chance of some things actually happening like this?

I still have no idea what Ronny was doing when he pretended to get hit by a pitch on Saturday, but it was cool to see Dusty get tossed, and to be genuinely upset during the argument.  I wonder why it takes The Genius’ visits for Dusty to come out of his dugout coma?  If he’d manage like that all year, who knows who many wins the Cubs might have.  (Fifty?)

If you think Rich Hill looked awful in his Thursday night performance, you missed the pitch of the night.  The ceremonial first pitch that Rowdy Roddy Piper (yes, that Rowdy Roddy Piper) throw a good six feet–straight down.

Today, the Cubs said goodbye to Greg Maddux again.  The 14 year olds at the four-letter messageboard have been calling for his departure since he came back in 2004.  They just don’t get it.

I’m glad Greggie came back.  I didn’t expect him to pitch like it was 1993 again.  There was something gratifying about the Cubs making some effort (no matter how late and inconsequential) to make up for the biggest mistake in franchise history.  We saw Greg’s 300th win, his 3,000th strikeout and for three years only he and Carlos have been worth counting on.  When he’s on (like he was in his final Cubs’ start on Saturday) he’s still as much fun to watch as any pitcher, ever.

It’s fitting that he’s going to LA to pitch for the Dodgers, because in the past three years, on those days when Greg Maddux was “Greg Maddux” again, I always thought of the great Vin Scully in the otherwise forgettable Kevin Costner movie “For the Love of the Game.”

“Can he push the sun back up in the sky and give us all one more day of summer?”

Greg gave us plenty to cheer about in his first six and last three years.  We just kind of admired him from afar with the awful kick-in-the-nuts feeling of regret when he was in Atlanta.

Greg Maddux was the guy we all think we’d be if we had made it to the big leagues.  Cool under pressure, always in control, always ready to take the blame if the shit hit the fan.  People think his postseason numbers are awful.  Go look them up.  You’ll be surprised.

Rooting for Greg Maddux has never been hard, and it was never unsatisfying.

Today’s trade, for former Gold Glove shortstop Cesar Izturis isn’t a bad deal for the Cubs.  There’s more baseball left in Cesar than Greg.  Cesar can do amazing things on defense.  (He can do amazing things on offense, too–like make rallys disappear.)  But it’s hardly worth it in a less tangible sense.

Greg Maddux’s presence was a reminder that not all of the Cubs are loathsome pieces of feces.  If Greg is hanging out with them, how bad can they be?  Now that’s gone.

There are still Cubs to root for.  Derrek Lee’s a great guy and a great player, but he’s hurt.  I have to admit, that for no good reason, I really like Juan Pierre, even if he can’t throw and didn’t start hitting until the season was over.  We all love Carlos.  But I’ll miss Greg.  He was a genius among idiots.  Now it’s just all idiots.