This kind of thing only happens to the Cubs, right? They finally find a buyer for the team, and the guy has rickets? Where is this guy from, Galapagos? Nobody gave him a glass of milk or a citrus fruit when he was a kid? He’s going to be the most bow legged thing the Cubs have had since Marla Collins.
Fine, so the Tribune company finally revealed who their preferred bidder is. What a shock, it’s Tom Ricketts, like we didn’t know what already. What this does is it gives Sam Zell another six or eight weeks to screw this whole thing up.
The Cubs apparently picked Ricketts over the other two “final” bids because he and his mommy and daddy and sister are going to give them $450 million in cash.
Hey, if that’s all it took, I should have bid on the Cubs.
As for whether this is good news or bad news, everybody has an opinion, and most of those opinions are just as vapid, and uniformed as yours or mine would be.
While some pollyannish dopes think it’s neat-o, and keen that a guy who met his wife in the Wrigley Field bleachers and who used to live over a bar is going to be the owner. Hey, if I married every lubed up skank I picked up in the Wrigley bleachers, I would have had to move to Utah or Jonestown by now.
The truth is that we won’t know if this guy is a good owner or not for a long time. Unless he kicks Crane Kenney out on his ass on day one, that would be a nice start.
Another nice start would be to tear down the ballpark except for those precious (and thoroughly overrated) bleachers and start over, but as the effinitely named Blair Kamin noted today, that can’t happen either. I like Wrigley, I think Wrigley is cool, but it’s a charming dump, just one I wish was heavier on the charming and lighter on the dump. Oh, well, fixing it up isn’t my problem. Trying to find a place to pee in it (other than on the main concourse near a drainage grate) is still mine, though.
Be glad I didn’t win the bid.
So, a move to Rockford means you only married a percentage of bleacher skanks?
What is this? A post? At Desipio?
What do you mean “Hey mister, you just pee’d in the sink?” It looked like a urinal to me.
WE DID IT!!!!!
Umm There are two definitions of picking up. One is liftin & totin (like you referred to) and the other is persuading them to accompany you to perform carnal acts. Hope this helps.
Oh, come on, Andy. The ballpark’s not in that bad of shape. It’s a freakin’ palace compared to Yankee Stadium (fully renovated 32 years ago before getting the wrecking ball) and especially compared to Shea, a building that was only 45 years old.
As for creature comforts, I could give a shit. You’re there to watch a ballgame, not get a spa treatment.
And the bathroom moaning has got to be the most overplayed complaint about Wrigley. I can get from my seat, through the slow-but-steadily moving line to the troughs and back to my seat without missing more than a couple batters. I’ve missed full innings before standing in line for the shiny urinals at The Cell when that place isn’t even full. Troughs rule in a stadium environment. If you need a stall to drop a deuce, you’ll be waiting a while, but aside from that, I typically have a longer wait at the ultra-modern United Center than I do at Wrigley.
This isn’t a legitimate Andy post. It hasn’t been 90 days yet.
P.S. How about a podcast, you Dickweed.
I still was pretty hot.
I was hotter.
I thought that fellas were supposed to pee in their empty beer cups and not miss any of the game…
I could really give two shits about the lack of creature comforts… you’re there to watch a ball game, not get a freakin’ spa treatment.
And the ballpark is in much better shape than others that are way younger… Shea was a craphole, and that place was only 45 years old. Wrigley’s superstructure is a horse, the Cubs’ own engineering report confirmed that (which they tried to bury last year so the state wouldn’t have try to sell renovating a perfectly good ballpark to the taxpayers). The concrete thing a few years ago was caused by a leaky pipe from shoddy construction work on the suites… in 1990.
As for the bathroom complaints, that’s weak sauce. The troughs may be ugly, but that system works. The line moves, and I can get in and out and back to my seat without missing more than a few batters. Meanwhile, over at the Cell, I’ve missed full innings (top and bottom halves) waiting in line at the urinals, even when the park is only 60 percent full.
You didn’t mean the place was full of crickets?
Podcast…ahem…podcast.
Ronnie Cedeno is DEAD.
Oh Happy Day!
Everytime I say Wrigley should be replaced, you’d think I started world war three. When you say it, all you get is some Nancy with a urinal trough fetish saying it’s better than a football stadium in Queens. (That no longer exists) God, I hate this blog!