Happy Birthday to me!  Happy Birthday to me!  I just hit a granny, so now I'm real happy, happy birthday to me!This is yet another reason why it’s a good thing that baseball is not the Tour de France. Not only are the only sweaty Frenchmen involved in baseball these days, guys tearing down what used to be Olympic Stadium in Montreal, but when you lose the first game of a series by…say…12-2, you don’t start the next day down by ten runs. Sure, it feels like it sometimes, but not literally.

On Friday, the Cubs turned back the clock to 1997 and didn’t bother to tell us until the third inning. On Saturday, they got a birthday grand slam from E-ramis to go up 4-0, but Greg Maddux looked for all the world like it was going to be one of those games when he gave up back-to-back homers to Jurassic Carl Everett and Jermaine Dye to open the second inning. AJ Eyechart followed with a single and then Joe Crede cranked one to deep left.

Todd Hollandsworth loped to the fence, jumped up and to the surprise of everybody (especially Todd) he pulled back the sure homer. Instead of being 4-4, it was still 4-2. Over the next 17 innings, the White Sox wouldn’t score again and would only muster three more hits. Who knows what happens if the Sox tie the game there. Let’s just not think about it.

Over those 17 innings, the Cubs did some strange things. They used three different relief pitchers for a total of six innings and those guys (Roberto Novoa, Jerome Williams and Ryan Dempster) didn’t allow a run.

Wait, you mean the bullpen isn’t supposed to come in and leak diesel fuel all over the field? Who knew?

They still did some dumb things. Jerry Hairston Jr. managed to pull off the amazing feat of not scoring from third base on a one out grounder that second baseman Todd Iguchi had to dive for. Chris Speier got E-ramis thrown out by a Wendell Kim half acre later on. Jeromy Burnitz dropped a foul ball. And yet, none of those things came back to haunt them.

If that’s not a karmic shift, how about the seventh inning sequence yesterday in which a ball thrown by shortstop Pablo Cruise (that’s his name, right?) missed Derrek Lee’s face by an inch and then one pitch later Dumbasso Marte missed hitting E-ramis on the hand by about a half inch? A month ago after that sequence E-ramis is in the hospital and Derrek’s in the morgue.

Sunday’s game was of course a match up of Jim Hendry’s first first round draft pick and Jim Hendry’s best first round draft pick. Jon Garland, a grizzled old 25 and the kid, 24-year-old Mark Prior hooking up.

Garland was looking to be the first 13 game winner in the big leagues. Prior was looking to win a game with a broken arm. Prior hadn’t thrown a pitch to anybody but Jose Macias and Jason Dubois since May 27. He refused to go to Des Moines or Lansing or Jackson or wherever the Cubs wanted him to go for one of those exciting rehab starts.

This matchup looked more lopsided than Patricia Heaton.

But we learned something a long time ago (OK, like two years ago). You never bet against The Franchise.

Six innings, one hit, no walks, three strikeouts. That shouldn’t even be possible in your first action in a month. 30 days from rolling around in the fetal position on the mound to making Frank Thomas and Paul Konerko look downright silly in back-to-back at bats.

Garland pitched his ass off, too. Seven and a third, four hits, one earned run…but he threw Corey Patterson a pitch that wasn’t over Corey’s head on an 0-2 count. Hey, you do something that dumb, you deserve to lose.

More amazing was Marte’s feat in the eighth. He walked Corey. But he did it the only way you can walk him. You have to do it on four pitches. At 3-0 he’ll take, but if you throw him a strike he will absolutely swing at the 3-1 pitch no matter where it is, and then with two strikes he’s already out.

I was at the game on Thursday at Miller Park when he whiffed the first four times up. I went with my dad who I’d taken as part of his Father’s Day present. Some present…hey, let’s go sit in 95 degree weather and watch the Cubs blow four leads in five innings! But anyway…because I’m riotously funny, every time Corey was up, I’d take my pencil and ask dad, “OK, forwards K or backwards K?” I know, with hilarity like that, it ought to be a sitcom.

I wondered how many Cubs fans had mixed emotions over Corey’s homer yesterday. First of all, the Cubs needed it and the way Prior was pitching you were just praying for one little run. But you just figure that homer will just embolden Corey to keep up his “watch how hard I can swing” approach to hitting.

You can tell that Cubs’ fans and even the Cubs’ media want him to do well. Why else would everybody make such a big deal about him “igniting” the first inning rally in Saturday’s game with a bunt hit? It was good. It was a well placed bunt, but come one, if anybody else does that is it that hyped?

Regardless, we do know that when he gets hot he’ll glow bright red for a couple weeks, and the way the Cubs’ offense is going, they could use that, now.

Ryne Sandberg joined the Comcast coverage of Friday’s and Sunday’s games. The hype over him working the weekend prompted a twenty minute discussion on our way back from Thursday’s game in which I blamed Dallas Green for making the single biggest mistake of the last twenty-two years when he moved Sandberg from third to second. It is my contention that Sandberg was going to be a gold glover where ever you put him, and was going to be a great player…a Hall of Fame player at second, short or third, and in my opinion it was just completely typical of the Cubs to put him at second, the easiest of the three positions to adequately fill. Granted, the Cubs had drafted Shawon Dunston so they didn’t want to put Ryne at short, and they’d signed Ron Cey (oooh, boy) to play third. Ryne replaced Bump Wills at second. All of this is true. But it was hot and I didn’t want to hear about it. I still think they’d have been better off with Ryne at third for 15 years. Oh, well.

Besides, it’s absurd that it was the biggest mistake of that time, considering they let Greg Maddux take his first Cy Young award with him to Atlanta as a carry on item. But I digress…

The three-man booth was…interesting this weekend. Ryne is a real dynamo personality-wise. He’s like a 200 pound pet rock. He just kind of sat there, getting balder by the inning.

He had his moments. Right? Didn’t he? OK, he didn’t. He had no moments. You could have had a Ryne Sandberg See ‘n Say programmed with ten baseball cliches and just had Len pull the string once every two innings to get witty things like, “You’ve got to swing at strikes and lay off the bad pitches,” or “There’s a good pitch.” Great stuff.

In six hours, we learned one thing. That Ryne thought Frank Pulli was a bad umpire. Hey, great?