So, for the last couple of weeks, many of you have wondered just what happened to my tremendously informative and entertaining Twitter account? Many of you follow me at twitter.com/desipiodotcom and your days are empty and meaningless without a dozen or so non-sensical tweets from me to get you through your horrible days.
That account has been suspended by Twitter, because I impersonated the Cubs Twitter account on Friday, November 15. Who complained about it? Well, the Cubs naturally.
So game six of the 2003 NLCS was ten years ago today? You don’t say.
The good folks over at Comcast Sports Net have assembled a 9o minute special to air tomorrow night just to talk about how the Cubs were five outs away from the World Series that night. Gee, that should be fun viewing. I’d better set my TiVo to capture those treasured memories forever.
Allow me to put what that night means into perspective.
So today, Gordon Wittenmyer of what’s left of the Chicago Sun-Times decided to play Snopes and debunk five things he thinks are myths about the Cubs rebuilding plan. Because two years of rebuilding 100 years of suck is more than enough, so it’s time to expose Theo Epstein for what he really is, a big fraud who poops his pants.
Cubs’ rebuilding project has taken on as much fiction as fact
Myths? Fiction? Hey, it’s not like a headline writer’s got time to actually read the article.
How quickly will the on-field misery for players and fans continue? How many more doomed-from-the-start seasons will be endured until somebody besides the opponent is celebrating at Wrigley?
Well, it’s been 105 years of on-field misery for players and fans, so what’s a year or two or five more?
Dear Cubs fans,
I’m Dale Sveum, and I’m the manager of the Cubs. We play baseball for a living, and we’re not winning a lot of games or nothing right now, but this is pretty much the best bunch of guys a manager could ever ask for and we’re trying real hard. My contract isn’t over until the end of next season, but there’s a lot of talk now that the Cubs might not let me manage the team next year.
Let me be the first to tell you, that, that is a crock of shit.
Pardon my French.
I guess shit is French for crap or something.
I know my team hasn’t won a lot of games these last couple of years, and I take full responsibility for that, because I’m the manager. I learned from Tito Francona over there when we was in Boston together that everything is the manager’s fault. Even when the third base coach sends like three runners to easy outs at home plate during one inning or something. When I was up there in Milwaukee with Ned, we used to get pissed drunk and go jogging, and even if one of your coaches trips and shoves you into traffic and you break your collarbone, it’s your fault. It’s just how this works.
Ryan Braun’s raging herpes? That’s Ron Roenicke’s fault.
Delmon Young yells mean things at Jewish people? That’s on Jim Leyland.
Ryan Dempster goes on the DL when a seltzer bottle explodes in his pants…nah, that one was on Dempster.
A lot of good things have happened since I got this job when Mike Maddux decided the house he was building in Dallas was too nice for him to move to Chicago.