Unlike Wrigley Field, Desipio.com’s not crumbling into a big pile. Oh, sure it’s a big pile around here, but it’s mostly steaming, if you catch my drift.

Regardless, if you missed us the past couple of days, we’re sorry, but we’re back. A short notice change of Web hosts caused us to move before the poor InterNIC people had time to “point” the desipio.com address to the new server. Those of you signed up for Desipio Insider knew all along what was going on. The rest? Well, I guess that’s why they’re “insiders” now isn’t it.

While we were “gone” the Cubs won two in a row and are back within a half game of the Giants. Derrek Lee has gotten comfy in the number two spot and the offense seems to be coming to be life. Now they’re off to Houston where when last we saw them, Jimmy Anderson was eating a pizza sent to him by us.

I’m sure that most of you were glad that yesterday’s Cubs game was an afternoon start, so you could have your evening free for unfettered enjoyment of the women’s gymnastics all-around at the Olympics. Because really, nothing makes for more unfettered viewing enjoyment than 37 pound “girls” flopping around on a mat.

American Carly Patterson (no relation to Corey) won the all-around. I’d like to tell you something about her routine but a) I don’t know anything about gymnastics and b) I don’t care. But what I can tell you is that her post-routine celebration with her creepy exiled coach made me want to throw things at the TV.


First of all there, coach, you didn’t win a damn thing. So you can just back off and get back to sending instant messages to “women” you’re trying to pick up through the HelloKitty.com message board. Secondly, enough with the hugging. That weird huggy, kissy thing was sure to turn stomachs all across the land. Mary Kay LaTourneau thought it was in bad taste. Even Rob Goldman mused that it seemed a little excessive.

I’ll admit it, I don’t “get” gymnastics. What I do get is why creepy guys like Yevgeny Marchenko like to coach it. Let’s just say that three groups of people who could have interesting dinner party conversations would be if you got Canadian junior hockey coaches, Catholic priests and Eastern European-born gymnastic coaches together. Maybe they can add a fourth and Jon Favreau can have them on his IFC show?

After her performance Carly went on NBC’s Olympic set to chat with Bob Costas. They watched her routine and then watched the celebration afterwards. Costas said, “I don’t know who was more excited there, you or Yevgeny. You could just tell she wanted to say, “Oh, believe me I could tell how excited Yevgeny was. Oh, boy.”

But she didn’t.

But why am I telling you this? Karry Ling was at the gymnastics finals the last two nights and now that our technical difficulties are ironed out, he’s back.


Hello again, everybody, Karry Ling here with another Olympic report. Gang, let me tell you I was at the gymnastics all-arounds the last couple of nights and let me tell you, that is one weird green room. Wow.

I’m not sure who the American coaches are for gymnastics, but if these two guys aren’t them, I don’t know who they are.

As you know, I’ve been travelling all over Athens with my rented yak, Pepe, and we’ve seen some pretty amazing things. We’ve seen Christine Brennan try and drown Jay Mariotti in the pool at the aquatic center, I got a bear hug from the “female” American shot putter, Pepe licked badminton (and two-time Stanley Cup winner) Bill Clement and none of those things is crazier than what happened to us yesterday.

I did a lot of preparation for these Olympics. I studied up on Greek culture. I watched “Clash of the Titans” three times. I ate nothing but gyros from Uncle Nick’s for a week straight. I even forced myself to sit through “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.” So I was ready when I got over here. Or, so I thought.

The gymnastics events didn’t start until evening yesterday, so Pepe and I headed out to explore the Greek countryside. It’s a beautiful country, and because they love their sheep (they really LOVE their sheep if you know what I mean–wink, wink, nudge, nudge) you’ll see wild herds of these little crap machines all over. Pepe and I kind of got lost. You’d think that Pepe would know his way around, since he’s from here, but he’s not the swiftest guy.

So we wandered into this little village just outside of Athens called, Pireaus. It’s right on the coast. It was a quaint little place, and Pepe and I were thirsty and went into a bar. It wasn’t very touristy, so I felt right at home. They even let Pepe in. Anyway, i was sitting there chatting with some guy named Mikos, and I asked him the famous question, “If Russia attacked Turkey from the rear, would Greece help?” Mikos didn’t find it as funny as I did. Now, I’ve been thrown out of bars before, but if “toss the reporter” were an event, Mikos would have had at least the silver wrapped up on his first try. Pepe finished his drink and then came out to get me. But that’s when it happened.

I shudder to even recount the horror of what happened next, but I feel I owe it to you, so I’ll do it. I was lying in the street, trying to compose myself when a sheep herder came along bring his…uh…flock? Are they a flock? Anyway, bringing his flock of sheep through town. He was angry that I was blocking his route and began to curse at me in Greek. Then, even though I was getting up and getting out of the way, he unleashed his attack dog on me.

I was bitten, scratched and licked unmercifully by this beast. Sure, the wounds were superficial, and at times ticklish, but I’m scarred for life. Thankfully, Pepe took a photo of my attacker so I can turn it in to local authorities.

I’m lucky to be alive.

Anyway, gymnastics were cool. The guy from Wisconsin won the men’s event even though he landed on the judge’s table during one of vaults, and the little girl with the disburbingly big package and letch for a coach won for the women. So that’s great.

Until next time. I’m Karry Ling.

The Cubs signed Neifi Perez to a minor-league deal yesterday, and said that he was “insurance” in case of a season ending injury to either E-ramis Ramirez’s groin or Nomar Garciaparra’s Achilles tendon. If Neifi Perez is your insurance policy then I can guarantee you that an injury to E-ramis or Nomar would, indeed, be season ending. For the Cubs.

Neifi is best remembered for his homer on the final day of the 1998 regular season that saved the Cubs’ bacon, just minutes after they’d blown a game in Houston and looked out of the playoff hunt. But Perez homered in Colorado for the Rockies to beat Dusty Baker’s Giants and the Cubs and Giants finished the season tied.

So Neifi’s already hit one of the biggest homers in Cubs’ history. Just don’t count on him hitting a second.

Mike Kiley says that Jim Hendry also tried to sign Randall Simon to a minor league contract so that fat Randy could come up on September 1 and add a lefty bat to the bench. Simon declined, saying he’s looking for a big league job. There might not be one. See you in 11 days, Randall.

Miller Park is an echo-chamber for most of the season. Except when the Cubs come to town.

Mike Kiley just figured out that Derrek Lee is good. Heck, we’ve known it for like three months, now.

Phil Rogers thinks Bud has done a good job as commissioner. Oh, Phil, you poor, dumb, dumbass.

See Chip, sometimes the Cubs hit THREE-run homers, too.

Moron Neifi Perez.

The city is investigating claims made by and LA Times reporter named…get ready for this…PJ Huffstutter, that Wrigley is falling down.

Huffstutter? Sounds like Mayor Daley made the guy up.

Glendon’s rested and ready.

The Bears are bringing in competition for Mr. Ed’s job.

Jonathan Quinn’s still hurt. Get ready for healthy doses of Craig Krenzel and…who? Who’s the fourth quarterback in camp? Do they even have one? Is it still Zak Kustok?

The Tribune is going to have a sports show on the new Comcast network. For those of us with a satellite dish, we ought to be able to see that show in 2014.

The Wizard of Roz with a good one here on the effect of “Miracle” on our current Olympians.

Finally. Major League Baseball is going to start an all baseball network. I’m going to e-mail Bud and see if I can get a show on it.

Huh? The Red Sox claimed Roger Clemens off waivers and tried to trade for him.

The Yankees are already trying to trade Stevie Loaiza, but the Boss might not let them. Not, Springsteen, the other Boss.

Ted Kennedy was banned from flying by Homeland Security. I would think it’s a cargo weight issue.

Dude! Alaska!

Not only doesn’t Peter Angelos want the Expos to play in DC, he doesn’t want Van Halen around, either.

America’s finest news source wants to know who you think you are? Retired New Orleans Saints linebacker Pat Swilling?