So long Neifi, don't let the door...Dusty Baker summed it up best when he said of Neifi Perez’s value to the team, “Neifi saved our season last year.”

Truer words were never spoken. Without Neifi, how could the Cubs have won 79 games and finished fourth? Tremendous.

Yesterday, to the chagrin of one, and the amazement of millions, Neifi and (incredibly) all $3 million left on his contract were sent to the Detroit Tigers for a guy, who by all accounts has a pulse and owns at least one catcher’s mitt.

Honestly, I would have traded Neifi for the catcher’s mitt alone.

You have to wonder just what Detroit its thinking, trading for a guy whose career on base average would not have earned you a DUI in Wisconsin until the early 80s.

The Tigers have the best record in baseball, though they have lost nine of 12 and appear to be reeling. Now they have Neifi. While it’s not quite like airlifting a boulder to help weigh down the Titanic, it’s not exactly the arrival of rescue boats, either.

You wonder how bad someone’s infield situation has to be for Neifi to be viewed as an improvement.

To beat an analogy into the ground (actually, that analogy was so lame it doesn’t even need a beating), Neifi knows something about hopping onto sinking ships.

In 2004, the Giants waived him in August. He and the great Mike DeFelice showed up in September for the ill-fated pennant push. Neifi played well (incredibly) causing dopey fans like us to wonder how they’d get him on the playoff roster. Before the final week nosedive, the Cubs foreshadowed the move by telling the world that Ramon Martinez had a bad leg and probably wouldn’t play again that season.

Alas, the Cubs didn’t actually have a playoff roster.

Re-signing the Neif for the 2005 season seemed redundant, but not absurd, and he got off to a fine start. Filling in for Nomar’s detached groin, Neifi went nutty for a month, even garnering some actual (serious…no really) consideration as an All-Star.

Then, reality kicked Neifi, and the Cubs right in the crotch. He stopped hitting, though he never stopped eating. Dusty kept batting him second. The Cubs lost. They kept losing. They’re still losing.

Is it all Neifi’s fault? No. None of it is Neifi’s fault.

Neifi’s a bad baseball player. He’s decent in the field, though the whole “he’s a Gold Glover” is about as relevant as seeing Dexy’s Midnight’s Runners introduced at a county fair as “Grammy winning artists”, but he can’t hit and has never hit outside of Coors Field.

Say your dog pees on the carpet in the living room if you don’t let him out before you go to bed. When you don’t let him out and he pees in the living room is it really his fault? Hardly. So it is with Neifi.

If you bat him second and play him five times a week and he pees all over your lineup, how can it be his fault?

Neifi seems like a good guy. He’s always happy. He spends more time making mound visits than the pitching coach. He just can’t hit, and especially cannot be trusted to take pitches or draw walks.

Yet, Dusty batted him second, constantly. Why?

Because that’s where middle infielders bat, dude. Your center fielder leads off, then you pick either your shortstop or second baseman to bat second. It’s tradition.

Guh.

Because Dusty played him for no apparent reason, and because Dusty continually batted him too high up in the order for anyone’s taste, Neifi became the symbol of all that was wrong with the 2005-2006 Cubs. When Jim Hendry inexplicably gave him $5 million, that just made things worse.

Now, Neifi is gone. Soon, Dusty will be gone.

What will we do then?

Oh, we’ll think of something.