Don Zimmer, that baseball sage best known for having a metal plate in his head (and looking like a gerbil) used to say that 40 games into any season you have a pretty good idea of how good teams are. Any team that is .500 or better probably has a chance to contend, any team under .500 at that point is probably going to stink.
The Cubs have not played 40 games yet, but at 13-25 even if they win their 39th and 40th games they’re going to be 10 games under .500. That’s pretty awful.
So the Cubs finally have a new manager. I for one was getting pretty antsy about the whole thing. Mostly because they have a game coming up…in four months.
They have hired Rick Renteria. Renteria has served the last few years as the Padres bench coach, dispensing pearls of wisdom to Bud Black. He spent eight years in the minors as a manager, including a season in lovely Geneva, Illinois managing the Kane County Cougars.
Last week was just one giant clusterfuck for the boy geniuses (geniui?) that run the Cubs. Theo Epstein claims his remarks that no decision had been made on bringing Dale Sveum back for the 2014 season that he’s contractually obligated to manage, were just a case of him “answering questions honestly.”
His honesty started speculation that the Cubs were going to wait and see if Joe Girardi and Ron Gardenhire become available before they tell Dale if he needs to take down the Slayer posters in his office.
When Theo decided to clarify things he pointed out that Dale is not being evaluated on wins and losses (good thing for Dale), but on player development and communication.
Apparently the Cardinals and Giants played game two of the NLCS last night. I wouldn’t know because Cardinals games are not broadcast where I live.
Even when I move.
But in that alleged game, Matt Holliday allegedly took out Marco Scutaro on a throw at second base. Some people are even saying that this was a dirty play:
Just a couple of weeks ago in San Francisco, Starlin Castro thought there were two outs when there was only one, and he ate the ball and started to trot off the field when he should have tried (though it was unlikely to have worked) to turn a double play. A run scored. The Cubs lost. The Cubs gritty, lump faced manager threw a hissy fit after the game. Dopes with newspaper columns called for Starlin to be benched. Dumbasses on the radio demanded the Cubs trade the “undisciplined” “unfocused” 22-year old shortstop.