Kerry Wood is my favorite Cubs pitcher of all time. I have a manly love for Carlos Zambrano and Greg Maddux’s return has reminded me how fond I was of him the first time around. Sure, guys like Les Lancaster and Calvin Schiraldi and Al Nipper and Dick Ruthven all did some good things (well, not Schiraldi or Nipper…but stick with me this is going someplace), but Kerry’s my favorite.

He’s my favorite because no matter how frustrated you get at him for a) being injured, b) losing any sight of the strike zone, c) occasionally picking the ugly blue jersey tops, you know that he’s out there fighting his ass off to stay in the game. If you were going to assemble the personality for your favorite Cub, you’d eventually put together one that becomes Kerry Lee Wood.

Let us count the ways:

1) Toughness — Nobody’s tougher than our grizzled, old 26-year-old Texan. In his career he’s hit 75 guys in only 161 starts. How many of them have even dared to consider joining him on the mound for a “chat?”

2) Sense of humor — Remember the time last year when he had to pinch run in Cincinnati? He scored the go ahead run and when the half-inning ended he grabbed his glove, ran to Dusty and asked, “What position am I playing?” And started to run out onto the field. After the game he was asked what he learned from the experience and he said, “I learned not to wear my spikes on days I’m not pitching. They can’t make you pinch run in your tennis shoes.” He also had my single favorite quote of the year when he was asked if Moises peeing on his hands was catching on in the Cubs clubhouse. He said, “A little too much. Guys think if they get a headache now, they can cure it by taking a s@#$ in their hat.”

3) Accountability — He pitched two of the greatest postseason games in Cubs history (not that there’s such a long history) against the Braves last year, and when, like all of us he was a pile of goo after losing game seven, he took all the blame on himself. Sure, he didn’t pitch well, but the point is that he meant it. You could tell. This wasn’t a “I should say this, so I’ll say it” moment. Kerry felt like he let his team down, the fans down, and himself down and there wasn’t any act.

4) Stubbornness — You have to be stubborn, to a point to be successful at anything. You will never see Kerry give a hopeful glance at the bullpen during an inning. You’ll never see him give in and make it easy on a hitter. Sure, there will be times like the fifth inning last night when you wonder if he’ll be able to find the strike zone with a road map, but if he goes down, he’ll go down fighting.

Maybe he’ll never be what we all thought he’d be on that glorious May afternoon in 1998 when he became the first big leaguer to strike out his age. Maybe he’ll never win 17 games in a season. But count me in the group who are just dumb enough to think that the best of Kerry Wood hasn’t been seen yet. But even if we have seen it, it’s all been worth seeing.


I didn’t listen to the last six innings of the game, I just watched them. If I hadn’t been flipping back and forth between Survivor: Vanuatu and the game, I’d have turned Pat and Ron on, but instead it was peaceful at times watching a game in silence.

I’ve just had it with Chip to the point where it’s not even worth it to attempt to listen to him anymore. By now, we all know what little information he and Steve are going to give us anyway, so why listen to them?

It gives you a lot of time to think when you’re not splitting your time between yelling at the players and having one-sided arguments with Chip during the game. And so I got to thinking about just what the odds are that with only 32 big league teams that we’d get stuck with a steaming pile like Chip. When you combine that with being saddled with Jeff Joniak, Chicago sports fans like us (ones who ignore the White Sox) are doubly cursed.

How is it possible that by any evaluation of Chip’s work as a Cubs’ broadcaster that he’d be given another contract?

Say you were John McDonough and you had to objectively give Chip a year-end review. Wouldn’t it have to be like this?

OK, Chip. You did a pretty good job this year. Except for the fact that you still don’t seem to actually understand baseball. You know you’re a little fuzzy on the rules. You can’t seem to judge the flight of the baseball very well. You can’t tell a slider from a curveball or a sinker. You have some annoying habits. Like the fact that any time a ball is fouled back you say, ‘That’s one fouled back by us.’ This assumes that anybody at home cares. They don’t. You seem obsessed with what time it is. People have clocks in their homes. They already know what time it is. Not every ball is a rocket shot. Not every flyball is belted. A ball is not grounded to short right field if Derrek Lee fields it and runs over to first base for an out. Stop talking about how great Brad Lidge is considering he blew consecutive saves against the Cubs. Not every bullpen is vaunted.

OK, you lost big points here with that allliterative nonsense. Battling Buccos you can have, but Carnivorous Cardinals? They don’t have teeth. They can’t be carnivores. Rallyin’ Reds? That’s just stupid. The Padres are not the Swinging Friars, the swinging friar is their mascot. That’d be like calling them the chickens. He’s a mascot, too.

The bran muffin thing with me is cute. I appreciate it. But nobody at home cares. We don’t give you a microphone to entertain yourself for three hours. Also, nobody cares if you or Steve pays for dinner. In fact, they’d probably enjoy it if you two would just shut up about your awkward social lives. Everybody already knows that Steve finally got re-married and has some dogs. Everybody already knows you have an imaginary family that you pretend lives in Orlando. So enough of that.

This, this is hard to explain, so I’ll just be blunt. You need to shut up during the games. You talk way too much. You also need to learn to stop predicting the action on the field. It’s annoying when you say that a pitcher laid down a “perfect bunt” which you do all the time, only to see a fielder throw out the lead baserunner about 1.4 seconds later. That’s not really that perfect. Your biggest problem as an announcer is the inability to let the play happen before you describe it. It makes you wrong…a lot. If we fined you by the error, you’d owe us more money than we pay you.

You need to stop trying to analyze the game. You just don’t know much about baseball. We already established that. So just leave it to Stone. We pay him an absurd amount of money. Let him earn it. Though, really, sitting next to you every day…he’s earning it before he even talks.

This is a new one. You need to cut out the weird chuckling you do. When you are trying to be funny, you chuckle while you talk. If you are so insecure about your sense of humor that you think you have to prompt the fans at home to alert them that you are trying to make a joke, then shut up. It’s annoying, and distracting. You are also never funny. You have the sense of humor God gave a paper plate.

You’re going to need to stop dressing yourself. You have been failing that routinely for six years now. How hard is it to dip into the vast wardrobes of swag you get from Fox Sports and WGN and not pick a shirt the color of the team we are playing against? You can wear the black polo with the gold letters on it, just don’t wear it when we’re playing the Pirates. Don’t even pack the red shirts when we go to St. Louis or Cincinnati. How hard is that? By the way, we’re going to stop putting the camera on you when you’re standing up, your ass is absurdly wide. I know you used to be really fat, but man, what is with your enormous ass? Even Wayne Larivee makes fun of it.

Here’s a delicate topic. You seem to have no concept of what it means to be objective. Glorifying the opponents is not being objective. You and Steve act like the Cardinals invented baseball. As you can imagine, this is a source of irritation with our fans, not to mention the players. The players don’t like you, at all. I know you think it’s because you’re a “tough, but fair journalist.” Well, you’re not tough, and you wouldn’t know fair if the chalk blew up in your face. It all comes back to your personality, or lack thereof. The players don’t like you because you remind them all of the snotty kid who reminded the teacher they forgot to assign homework on a Friday. You annoy the fans because you don’t have the ability to inform, educate or entertain. You annoy small furry animals because they think your eyebrows are other small, furry animals who you have trapped on your forehead.

In closing, Chip I want to thank you for your hard work, misguided as it has always been, and wish you luck in your next job here at Tribune Entertainment. We’re bringing back the weekend version of Bozo and we need somebody to be the new Bozo. Oh, no, we don’t want you to be the new Bozo. I was just going to ask if we could rent your shoes from you?

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E-ramis was the man.

Sammy actually has to seem to have a clue. Especially his last line about getting booed.

Hurricane Jeanne might cancel Monday’s doubleheader with the Marlins in Miami. Alternate sites include playing them at Wrigley, playing them at the Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati (where the Cubs will be Sunday) or at PNC Park in Pissburgh (where the Cubs will be on Tuesday.)

I had no idea that the Packers (and ESPN) brought Peanut to Green Bay for the playoffs last year. If I was Peanut I’d have told them to go f@#$ themselves.

Mariotti puts down the doughnut to talk about a self-promoting, ego-maniacal, talentless douchebag. And he talks a little about people other than him, like David Terrell.

Mike Kiley says the E in E-ramis will stand for expensive.

Sports Guy tries to break down how to gamble on pro football. You’re better off just taking your money and burning it.

Clyde Drexler wants to come back to the NBA with the Nuggets. Wow, which is scarier? That he thinks he can do it. Or that he thinks anybody really wants him to try?

The Cardinals won’t negotiate with their free agents until after their inevitable playoff collapse. I’m enjoying watching the Cardinals limp down the stretch and the knowledge that they peaked in August when the playoffs start in October. Muahahahahahahahahahaha!

The world’s greatest newspaper says that an Austrailian man has a brain in his penis.