This Mark Prior guy, he’s good, and so was Hank White…for a day at least.

Dusty gave the Cubs a big pep talk before the game. He emphasized it’s time for the team to “make a move.” Some smart ass in the back yelled, “OK! You’re fired!” OK, not really, but that would have been funny.

Rick Morrissey embraces his own— and the Cubs’– mediocrity.

Teddy G. on poker and Norman Chad. And news that the Score might move Boers and Bernstein to the 2-6 p.m. slot. For those of you who still listen to the Score this is good news. For those of us who jammed screwdrivers through our eardrums long ago, we don’t care.

Sanhita Sans with news on how to get your homemade sign shown on TV when you’re at the game! I’d like to write a piece for the Tribune that explains that if you’re loserly enough to make a sign and bring it to a game you should be beaten to death with one of Barry Foote’s old jockstraps.

Honestly, why don’t they give the real tips?

  • Make a funny, clever sign.
  • Use the broadcast outlets acronym in a clever way!
  • Make sure the woman holding the sign is attractive and has big tits.
  • There. You’re on TV! And you are still a pathetic loser.

    Bruce Weber got a raise. I guess he can stop setting his house on fire for the insurance money, now.

    Mariotti puts down the doughnut to finally come the realization that it’s time to ditch the seventh inning stretch singers. Well sure, we’ve only been subjected to this pointless drivel for seven years now. Way to catch on, Jay!

    John McDonough gives Len Kasper and Bob Brenly an A. They’re a good pair, I enjoy them. But McDonough hired them, what was he going to say, “Oh, they suck. I’m trying to find Joe Carter’s phone number.”

    Hank channeled the great 24’s in Cubs history, like Steve Buchelle, Bryan Dayette and Tom Goodwin, instead of the great 9’s in Cubs history like Scott Servais, Todd Hundley and Paul Bako.

    Curt Schilling gave up a double to Gary Sheffield on a pitch he threw before his catcher was ready and a homer to A-Rod that is still flying over the Atlantic in his debut as Red Sox “closer.” Hee hee. The best part was how exhausted the fat pig was from the jog in from the bullpen. You watch, the Sox will bring back the bullpen car, just for Curtsy.

    Marty Burns on the high flying rookie who turned heads in the Vegas summer league. It was not Eddie Basden or Nick Smith.

    Bob Nightengale on the Thome trade rumor. Forgive him for not knowing Preston Wilson was already a National (later on in the piece) though the date says yesterday, this was in Sports Weekly so Bob probably had to have it written by Monday.

    Philly Burbs.com on the Phillies Phire sale. I didn’t just do that thing with the Ph’s did I?

    AJ Burnett sure looked ready to the help the Sox last night didn’t he? Oh, and the Twins are after Mike Lowell. If you’re the Marlins why WOULDN’T you trade Lowell? You can move Miguel Cabrera back to third base where he’s even more valuable to you and then go shopping for outfielders.

    Yankees have sore Wang.

    Bob Klapisch says it’s time for the Yankees to trade for Roger Clemens. I guess in New Jersey they didn’t get the memo that the Astros are pretending to be in the race, like the Cubs.

    Richard Justice says an Adam Dunn to the Astros trade is unlikely, because the Reds want so much in return and because the Astros aren’t sure Adam’s really all that good. Fine, send him to the Cubs, we’ll tell you how crappy he is.

    Joe Randa is on the block (probably to the Twins or White Sox) along with one or two of Junior, Dunn, kEARnS or Wily Mo, and of course, our old pal Kent Mercker.

    Roger Clemens’ retarded son Koby will have to learn to say “Go Astros!” There’s no chance that kid can say a word with that many “s” sounds in it.

    Oooh, the Red Sox are going to bring back Gabe Kapler! Why not Mike Greenwell or Ellis Burks?

    Carol Slezak and something about Mark Cuban wanting to buy the Cubs if they ever are for sale. I don’t know, I can’t get through her pointless crap.

    America’s finest news source with this lovely essay, “If the heat doesn’t kill the elderly, I will.”