Sometimes I feel like all I’ve been doing on here lately is ripping on people. I hope that’s not the case because in general I’m a very positive person. I like puppies and kittens and other sensitive crap. The Cubs are playing well and getting better all the time. So this is a good thing. So why is it that when I woke up this morning, all I wanted to do was to take my clock radio and set it on fire, then stuff it through the wall, then jump down onto the ground and smash it’s burning fuselage into a million pieces?

Mike Murphy.

In olden days of yore, Murphy had an early evening show on the Score. Because the Score didn’t have a 24 hour license they had to go off at sunset every night. Sometimes, Murphy would literally have a nine minute show. Even then we knew it was nine minutes too long.

The irritating part for me is that he’s the only Cubs fan on the station, and always has been. I’m not sure what motivates Sox fans to get into radio–I can only assume it has something to do with all of them being too ugly to go on TV and the fact that radio stations are fun places for their parole officers to hang out–but on both all-sports radio stations in town there’s really only one Cubs fan.

It’s not that I think it’s bad that there’s only one Cubs fan doing sports talk radio. It’s the fact of who that Cubs fan is. It’s almost like the Score management said, “We need a Cubs fan, but we need to find the most untalented, irritating, thin-skinned dumbass we can find. What about the loser who used to play the trumpet in the bleachers at Wrigley? He’s probably homeless, he could use a job!”

Murphy doesn’t have much going for him, radio-wise. His main talent is his ability to hang up on callers and then say, “Let the record show…he hung up on us.” His voice is an indescribable combination of a tornado alert siren and Judy Garland.

So why do I have my radio set to WSCR every morning? Isn’t it obvious? Who could oversleep with that crap being shouted at them at six o’clock in the morning?

What was his argument that set me off this morning? It was a doozy.

Last night, in the sixth inning of the game, the Cubs had the bases loaded and two out and Moises Alou was up. Chip Caray was blathering on about two-out magic, Steve Stone was going into his nightly diatribe against the Astros for opening the roof at Country Tyme Field (or whatever the hell it is), and Tim Redding had a 3-1 count on Alou.

The 3-1 pitch was a ball, but it managed to hit Alou’s bat as he tried to pull it back. The home plate umpire Darren Spagnardi (who?) thought the ball hit Alou. He came out from behind the catcher with his hands held up. Alou thought he was just signalling the foul ball, so he just stood there. The baserunners and the TV audience saw Spagnardi point to first and we knew that he thought the ball hit Moises. Greggie was on third and he came trotting home to tie the game. Alou stuck a hand up and told Maddux to go back to third. By now, it’s obvious to everybody (including Spagnardi) that the ball didn’t really hit Alou. He’s busted. He doesn’t even know it, but he’s busted. Maddux tells him that the ball hit him, so Alou drops his bat and trots to first. Jimy Williams is awakened from his nap and saunters out to talk to Spagnardi. At this point, the only guy in the world who still thinks Alou is going to get to stay at first is apparently Mike Murphy. Alou gives Jeff Bagwell a big grin as he reaches first and the umpires are huddled up. After about six seconds of deliberations, they send Alou back to home and adjust the count to 3-2. On the next pitch, he flies out to end the inning.

The Cubs, as you know, scored two in the seventh and two in the eighth and won 4-1. They’ve won five in a row and three in a row over Houston, who no matter what anybody tells you on Baseball Tonight, is the only NL Central team the Cubs need to worry about. Things are great. The Cubs haven’t played better all year than they are right now. They’re hitting, they’re pitching, they’re playing good defense. What’s not to like?

So this morning, Murphy goes off on Alou relentlessly. He says Alou was a moran for not pretending to get hit. “He cost the Cubs a run! What if they had lost 1-0!?!” He said that Alou is obviously so honest that if he makes a diving catch and he knows he trapped it, he’ll run over to the ump and tell him. Just think about how weak this whole argument is. Think about how absurd it is? Now yell it out loud for ten minutes straight and see how long it takes before one of your co-workers to come by and hit you with a shovel.

For those of us who saw it, it was obvious that had Alou realized the ump thought the ball hit him, he’d have trotted down to first without argument. It wasn’t like he said, “No it didn’t hit me! I cannot tell a lie! Oh, and by the way, I was in the lobby on Monday night and I ate Jimmy Anderson’s pizza!” No, that didn’t happen.

What did Murphy want Alou to do once he realized that they thought the ball hit him? What’s he supposed to do, grab his arm like Al Czervik and yell, “Ouch my arm! I think it’s broken!”

One of my favorite rips on this site ever was when one intrepid reader put another one down by saying, “Yeah, well you probably think Spike O’Dell is funny.” One more day like this from Murphy, and I’m going to get rousted out of bed by that very Hillbilly Jay Leno. Guh.

Tiger Woods is 25 years old, right? He’s the best golfer in the world. He’s got a superhot Swedish supermodel/nanny wife. He’s got more money than most of South America combined. But he’s still a dork. I wouldn’t mind trading places with his dorkiness, but he’s a dork nonetheless.

He drives a Buick. Nobody under 50 should ever drive a Buick.
His head is so round he has to wear a hat or he’s in danger of having somebody try and tee his melon up and take a whack at it.
But look at what he’s wearing today. This, takes the cake.

So the Nike guy comes by with all of the free clothes Tiger gets and Tiger picks out the Herb Tarlek ensemble with the white hat, white pants and white shoes, and then the baby blue golf shirt? All that’s missing is his white belt. Come on Tiger, that’s just too…Jesper Parnevik.

Parnevik is of course the former employer of Mrs. Woods. Maybe Tiger lost a bet?

Jerry Seinfeld once said of Bill Gates, “The man has four billion dollars. It’s obvious that he thinks a good haircut costs $4.1 billion.”

Greggie won his 295th game last night. Not of the season, of his career.

Gee, here’s a shock, the Cubs offense is better with Sammy Sosa in it. Who knew?

Larry Rothschild is going to have a chat with Carlos about his tantrum. Big whup.

Groucho on what’s ahead for the Pistons and Lakers.

KC Johnson says it’s unlikely that even if Jay Williams comes back that he’ll play for the Bulls.

Mariotti puts down the doughnut to pretend he was at the US Open yesterday. Funny. He was on Around the Horn from the Sun-Times newsroom at four. Hmm? I know because I turn it on and if he’s NOT on the show, I watch it. I had to turn if off. So I know he was on.

Mike Kiley is all over Kerry Wood’s new wieners.

Mike Murphy of course will applaud the Twins for their win last night.

Jurors in the Kobe Bryant rape trial will get to submit their own questions. Gee, how many of them will be, “Can I have your autograph?”

The Yankees are after Freddy Garcia.

I thought Curt Schilling was on the DL? He pitched like it last night.

Could Rudy T be the new Lakers coach?

That whore flushed my dentures!

I’m leaving the next one for Karry.


Hello again, everybody. It’s your old pal, Karry Ling! The NY Post is reporting today that an art exhibit of photos of celebrities trash had to pull a photo of Larry King’s garbage because it included a box of adult undergarments…Depends! Hello! You know what I always say, gang, it’s always fun to Pamper your spouse! Back to you…

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