Whatever happened to Hee Seop Choi, anyway?
It’s been a while, and I’m all backed up with pithy observations. Wait, backed up? Yeah, that just sounds wrong.

On Saturday, I was standing in my bathroom, shaving and out of habit I reached over and turned on the radio. Much to your chagrin I didn’t take the radio and jump into the bathtub with it. But it was then, that I realized I still had the radio tuned to the Score. Apparently, it’s not much of a habit, because I can’t remember the last time I turned that radio on.

Much to my audible dismay the Score was broadcasting live from Sox Fest. I’m not sure if you’ve heard but Sox fest sold out in record time this year. All 14 tickets were gone within six weeks. Tremendous.

Bottom of the depth chart Chris Rongee, (maybe it’s Ron-ji, or Ronji, I’d look it up, but I just really don’t care) is apparently going to be the host of all things White Sock on the Score this year and he was interviewing the ambigously gay Sox radio duo of Ed Farmer and Chris Singleton (in Farmer’s case, it might not be all that ambiguous).

To be honest, the few times I listened (normally when I was in a holding cell) to Farmer the rotund John Rooney over the years, they’ve been pretty good. They’re solid. Farmer has an odd, halting style, and he’s…what’s the word? Boring, but I’ve heard worse. Like Hawk and anybody.

So anyway, I’m listening to these three talk about the Indians-Red Sox trade which was finally completed the night before. Farmer says he doesn’t see how the trade helps the Indians, at all. Singleton says nobody in the Central Division has tried to get better, and he’s pretty sure it’s because the Sox are such a juggernaut they’ve all packed it in for the next decade or so.

I stop shaving at this point because I’m pretty sure I’m going to slit my jugular.

There are two tremendous moments of radio in the next few moments. First, Rongee asks Singleton to break down how the Sox stack up against the Indians. Singleton says he can’t. He needs to do some research.

I picture him in the library with the American League red book turned to the Indians’ page writing down notes like “This Pat Tabler guy could be really good. Look out for Cory Snyder and Ron Hassey!”

Nice start for your new “analyst.” He comes to Sox Fest and says he can’t analyze. So what did they ask him in the interview?

Brooks Boyer: “What do you think of Scotty Fabulous? Isn’t he hunky? Don’t you just hate the Cubs and their fans? What is with that? How can anybody like them? All that blue. It’s awful.”

Then comes a moment I found humorous. It was ridiculous, and pathetic, but downright funny.

Farmer wants to help out his new man-friend, radio buddy. So he says, “Let’s break down the starting lineup for the Sox and Indians and see who you’d take if you had the choice!”

Any notion of how objective this is going to be flies out of the window when Farmer says, “OK, catcher. Victor Martinez or AJ Pierzynski?”

All three jump on the AJ Pierzynski bandwagon so hard it needs new shocks. They dismiss Martinez like he’s Tim Blackwell. Come on. Martinez is 27, a switch hitter with power. His career batting average is 15 points higher than AJ’s, his career on base average is almost 40 points higher than AJ’s and his career slugging percentage is nearly 60 points higher. He’s also better defensively. I know, I know, he never ran to first on a non-dropped third strike. That must be it.

They go through the infield. They all agree that Paul Konerko is better than Ben Broussard (no argument here.) They all go nutty over Todd Iguchi over Ron Belliard. Belliard’s better, but he’s Ron Belliard, so I have no problem with them picking Todd, even if he did hit .248 in road games last year.

At short they went with Juan Uribe over Jhonny Peralta. The only defensible reason is that Jhonny can’t spell his own first name. At third they went with Joe Crede over Aaron Boone. That’s fine, because Aaron Boone sucks.

In right it was Jermaine Dye over perenially miscast outfielder Casey Blake. But it was center field that just took all of their analysis and threw it out the window. In the Grady Sizemore-Brian Anderson debate, all three took Anderson hands down. Farmer says that Sizemore proved he’s not that great when he lost a flyball in the sun in Kansas City the second to last Sunday of the season and laughed about it. Well, you can’t argue with analysis like that.

They all were giddy over Scotty Fabulous and then decided to compare the aces of the staffs, Mark Buehrle and Jake Westbrook.

Uh…don’t the Indians still have CC Sabathia? Look, Buehrle’s going to be the choice over just about anybody else right now, why not at least try to remember who the Indians’ best pitcher is to prove your point?

What was apparent from the three minutes of Sox radio I listened to was that the same old insecurity still exists. They should be as happy right now as they’ll ever be. Maybe for them this is as good as it gets? It’s a little…weak, really.

Bears’ defensive backs coach Perry Fewell was named the defensive coordinator for Dick Jauron’s Buffalo Bills. I know nothing about Fewell. I didn’t even know who the Bears’ defensive backs coach was. But I wonder if Dick or Marv Levy watched the playoffs? If you had to pick one Bears’ position coach to hire after the loss to Carolina, I’m pretty sure I know the one I wouldn’t have picked.

Yesterday at this time, Mike Martz was all set to become the offensive coordinator of the Detroit Lions. Bears fans were concerned. What happens if the Lions get a real offense? Those fears seemed unfounded for two reasons.

1) Martz is now completely insane. He lost his mind sometime during the week before their Super Bowl loss to New England and it’s never come back.
2) Even if not completely loony, Matt Millen is.

Last night, Martz announced he was cutting off talks with the Lions over a major dispute in how much he’d be paid and that he wouldn’t be taking a job in Detroit.

Sure, it’s not quite like having a press conference announced for a new head coach before he’s signed a contract with you (cough, cough MikeMcCaskey cough, cough), but it’s up there.

The Cubs nearly went to arbitration with Will Ohman because the crafty lefty asked for a raise from his 2005 salary of $320,000 to $775,000. Huh? Will Ohman? The guy whose elbow has more scar tissue than Joan Rivers’ hairline?

Over at a Cubs’ blog that I only read when Chuck goes off on it from his, Pollyellon was hoping that the Cubs wouldn’t go to arbitration with Will because it might hurt his feelings.

You know what? If I was Jim Hendry or Andy MacFail, I would have absolutely taken Ohman to arbitration and I’ve have skewered him like a pig on a spit. I’d just point out that Friday night in the Bronx when Will took a steaming dump on the mound and gave up a walk, a 900 foot homer to Hideki Matt Suhey and the lead, in what turned out to be the most pathetic weekend of baseball in a truly pathetic season.

Memories, misty water colored memories!

How hard would that case have been to win?

“Mr. Abritator sir. We’ve offered Mr. Ohman a $180,000 raise which we think is more than fair, considering that in the last four seasons he has pitched in 69 games. All of them last year. He’s had three arm surgeries. He has 86 career appearances and he’s 28 years old and last year Scott Eyre pitched in as many games as Will has ever pitched in.”

Would Will’s feelings have been hurt?

I certainly hope so.

On the other hand, how’d you like to sit in a conference room with the arbitrator and Carlos Zambrano and try to make a case about why Carlos doesn’t deserve the raise he’s asked for? Why do I picture the Cubs’ lawyer being dismembered and three of his four limbs flying through the conference room door and bouncing down the hall?

I enjoy riping on employees of the four letter network, but on Tuesday night I felt compelled to give ESPN.com Bracketologist Joe Lunardi some credit. I’m not sure what a Bracketologist is, exactly, though it sounds like somebody who would analyze pap smear results, but Joe claims to be one. Tuesday afternoon he wrote a piece for the Website that proclaimed Illinois deserved the fourth number one seed (behind Duke, UConn and Memphis). Then they had him on via the phone (those phone interviews during live game action never work) during the Illinois-Wisconsin telecast. Illinois was at that point getting smoked. While he was touting them they were falling behind by 11 points in the first half.

Here’s where Joe gets the credit. He didn’t back off them. He made a reference to, “I’d like to see them play better here tonight than they are” but he didn’t start backpedaling away from them.

A 19-0 run later and Joe was looking like a genius. Imagine that? Sticking to your guns pays off from time to time. Well what do you know?

Am I the only one who finds the Super Bowl coverage completely unwatchable? I’m not completely disinterested in the game. I think Pissburgh’s run has been impressive and while I think they’ll win, I think Seattle has a legit shot to knock them off. So it’s not that I don’t care about the Super Bowl. I just don’t care what anybody working for any of ESPN’s countless outlets has to say about any of it.

Here’s the worst possible thing about this particular Super Bowl Sunday. ESPN’s six-hour coverage is going to be hosted by Stu Scott. ABC’s four hour pregame, by Chris Berman.

I’m pretty sure that up there on the horizon, riding towards us are war famine, pestilence and death. Or it might just be war, famine, Stu and Boomer. Like there’s a friggin’ difference.