Dear Nomar,
Welcome to the Cubs. You’re going to like it here, and we’re going to like having you around. Our old shortstop had the lowest batting average in baseball among players with at least 600 at bats between 2003 and 2004. How’s that for big shoes to fill? He also kicked away any chance we had to surviving the Bartman Fiasco last October. Anyway, as your self appointed tour guide, I thought I’d give you some handy tips about your new team.

There are some definite similarities between the team you just left and the one you just joined. Both Boston and Chicago love their baseball teams. Boston used to have two teams until the Braves left for Milwaukee, Chicago used to have two until the White Sox moved to…wait, are they still here? Pardon me, I forget about them sometimes.

Your old team had some stupid curse that all of the fans buy into. Your new team has a stupid curse that only Fox TV still believes. If you see a goat, you can feel free to fungo it to death. Nobody will mind.

Boston has some of the most negative and hackneyed media in all of the world. So does Chicago. But all of our TV and radio guys are known crackpots, so nobody really listens to them. It is important, however, for you to steer clear of the freakishly tall, pear shaped guy with one eyebrow who talks like the DJ on Lite 107 in Scottsdale. No good can come from talking to him. Just ask Craig Biggio. There’s a reason it only takes four hours to secure a restraining order in Illinois.

His sidekick proclaimed on the Cubs flagship station last night that he thinks the Cubs are going to win the pennant this year. So he’s OK. Just don’t let him bore you to tears with tales of face-high fastballs and poor visibility. You might not get those references now, but within 72 hours you’ll be fully indoctrinated.

There are some faces that ought to be familiar to you. You played with Todd Walker last year. He doesn’t play every day because your new regular double play partner hit .314 for us last year, and Dusty just can’t over the fact it will never happen again. You’ve already met the third base coach, too, and Wendell Kim is just as bad (if not worse) than he was when he was waving you and other Red Sox runners to your death at home plate in the late ’90s.

Just like at the old place you’ll have a right handed Ramirez in the lineup behind you who hits everything in sight. This one actually gets a haircut and wears a uniform that fits. None of our pitchers are bloviating gasbags like Curt Schilling, though you don’t want to sit next to Kent Mercker on a long flight, not only is there the risk that his head will explode, but he’s got a million and two boring hunting stories. Sit next to Greg Maddux, even when he talks, he does it too softly to actually be heard.

The left fielder pees on himself, so you don’t have to high five him. The right fielder says “buddy” after every sentence and when the cameras are on, he’ll try and hug you a lot. I’m not kidding. His ego might be a little bruised that there’s another first-name superstar on the team, but to be honest with you, it’ll just make him play better. For chrissakes he worked himself into such a frenzy on Sunday that he nearly passed out in right field.

Your new manager is the coolest guy in any room. In public he’ll back anything any of you do 100 percent. But if you screw up you’ll know about it in private. It’s why players love Dusty Baker. Nobody ever gets ripped in public, but nobody gets a free pass, either.

Your old ballpark was the oldest in the game. Your new one is only two years younger. The old one favored right handed pull hitters. The new one made Ryne Sandberg a legend. You have the same sort of power stroke. You’ll learn to love the baskets they put up years to to keep drunks from falling onto the field.

Every fifth day Dusty trots out the worst player in baseball. But in recent weeks as soon as Greg Maddux has left the game, so has Gabor Paul Bako II. So here’s a tip. If your Achilles starts to act up and you need a day off, don’t take one of Greg Maddux’ starts off. You don’t want to be the only guy on the bench if Michael Barrett has come in to replace Gabor and gets hurt. Unless you want to strap on the gear, yourself.

I was at a family birthday party on Sunday and my mom walked by where we were sitting and asked, “Is No-rod playing?” I lost a bet, because I was sure she was going to call you Nomad. That’s OK, even the people they pay to talk about you, like legless Cubs legend Ron Santo refer to you as Omar. No matter what we call you, we’re just glad you’re around to hear it.

I’ve got a call into our NFL franchise here, the Bears…you may have heard of them they once humiliated your old local NFL team in the Super Bowl…anyway, while the Patriots have gotten good again, the Bears suck. Our little kicker is pretty good at making extra points and mid-range field goals, but he can’t kick off to save his ass. So I’m trying to get your wife a tryout when she comes back from the Olympics. You can’t tell me that Mia Hamm can’t kick a football from one 35 yard line to the other team’s end zone. We’ll even get her a hybrid helmet that has the hole in her back for her ponytail like those softball ones.

If you’re going to rent a condo for the rest of the season there are some pretty cool neighborhoods right around Wrigley. However, four-fifths of them are gayer than Paris in May. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. If you rent one with a balcony, just make sure you don’t let Carlos Zambrano stand on it.

Oh, I should warn you about Carlos. He’s a great pitcher…the best young one in the game in fact, but he’s nuts. He’s not Anthony Perkins in “Psycho” crazy, more like Francis from “Stripes”. He’s mostly harmless, but he yells at himself, his glove, the umpire and any infielder who misplays a ball. He doesn’t really mean anything by it, but you will notice that no matter what kind of antics he pulls on the field, no player from any other team will ever challenge him. That’s why I said he’s “mostly” harmless.

One of the guys the Cubs traded for you used to box with Carlos in the clubhouse. I mean put the gloves on and just start wailing away at each other. Just two 240 pound South Americans beating the crap out of each other and loving it. Screw the Tyson Pay-per-view, I’d have paid to watch Zambrano-Beltran I. Carlos misses his sparring partner. Whatever you do, Nomar, do not volunteer to go a round or two with him. Unless you want an excuse to have some work done on your nose.

In fact, see if you can get Mercker or Bako to go a round with Carlos. That’ll sew up a playoff berth for sure.

OK, now for the important part, Nomar.

Last year the Cubs season kind of took us all by surprise. We knew they were going to be pretty good, but they spent most of the first half in first place and then at the trading deadline they fell behind by about five games. But in a very unCublike move, they tore through August and especially September and made the playoffs. They made believers out of all of us by beating the Braves in the first round and taking a 3-1 lead over the Marlins. You know all about being five outs from the World Series, so we won’t go there.

But this spring, expectations had never been higher. The team came out of the box and guys started dropping like flies. The whole Wrigley area had this weird, manic intensity about it. Carol Slezak got so riled up, that her and Rick Telander shot and killed a guy in front of the Cubby Bear–it’s a bar across the street from the park. Anyway…where was I? Oh, yeah, the expectations. It’s like everybody (me included, I’ll admit) just expected the Cubs to go about 110-52 and sweep their way to the World Series.

But…injuries have slowed things considerably. Actually, when Todd Hollandsworth comes back next week the team will pretty much be in tact. We still miss our sweaty, everyman closer, but he’s rehabbing now, too. Expectations had dropped considerably and right before the All-Star break fans were jumping off the bandwagon with such force that even Dusty came out and told them, “If you give up now, don’t come back when we make the playoffs.” In the last week or so, the team has started to play noticably better. And now you’re here. We know you have a bad leg and you’ll need a day off here or there. But still, you have to know that your arrival just ratcheted the expectations back up to 11. But that’s a good thing. Who wants to play for a team nobody thinks can win?

We’re unbelievably glad to have you and hope your stay in Chicago is a long one. We also don’t believe most of that crap coming out of Boston. We’re Chicago, we invented the whole “rip on the guy after he leaves” thing. It doesn’t phase us.

Go Cubs!


Seabiscuit’s Jockey gets clever comparing the Sox and Cubs. It’s far inferior to this.

The Jockey also says Ryan Dempster is the key! To what?

Gordon Edes writes in the Tribune more than Bob Verdi, now. In this article from today’s Boston Globe, Edes gets Nomar’s side of the story about his achy Achilles and the moaning Larry Lucchino.

R Dub is trying to fix up Tulsa. How about trying to actually stay within six yards of a receiver first?

This, this is not good.

Mike Downey’s almost lucid today.

Mariotti puts down the doughnut to say that if Nomar plays everyday for the Cubs he’s a big faker…and he poops his pants.

–Hey, remember the good old days when we used to interrupt every Rob Neyer chat with a barrage of “Dear Rob, You stink. Did you poop your pants?” I love mature comedy. —

Thomas Jones thinks he’s finally figured it out. Yeah, the end zone is that way!

I don’t see any way this Contreras-Loaiza trade was bad. Loaiza’s deal with the devil expired last September and Ozzie hated him. He basically called him a big puss in his first start against the Cubs because he wouldn’t pitch inside. What’s to lose? Of course, Stevie will probably win 10 games in the last two months for the Yankees… Nah.

Mike Kiley’s still giddy about Nomar.

Here was the brilliant defensive infield the Red Sox started yesterday…1B- Dave McCarty, 2B- Bill Mueller, SS-Orlando Cabrera, 3B-Kevin Youkilis. Whatever, Theo.

Lacy J. Banks says the Chicago J. Bulls are finally going to trade Jamal J. Crawford to the New York J. Knickerbockers.

Look at the crap the Mavs are trying to trade for Jason Kidd. Who’s their GM, Isiah Thomas?

Bob Ryan seems to think Boston should stop piling on Nomar.

This is cool, Boston.com had readers send in their own photos of Nomar.


This one’s my favorite.

How do you tell a seven-year-old his favorite player got traded?

Curt Schilling needs his ass kicked.

Sports Guy’s still blaming Nomar’s agent and Nomar. Man, even Cubs fans aren’t this deluded about guys who leave.

Here’s yesterday’s longer, even less thought out piece from Sports Guy.

Alan Schwarz’s top 10 waiver trades do not include (inexplicably): 1999 Terry Mulholland to the Giants for…nobody or the infamous 1997 Lance Johnson, Mark Clark deal for Brian McRae and Mel Rojas.

Buster Olney lists two GMs on his list of ten guys who need to produce down the stretch. Whatever. Then again, he’s a grown man named Buster. That ought to tell you something.

We like Batgirl, but where are the Lego re-enactments?

America’s finest news source wonders who US Grant was?