Gabor Bako’s sterling effort yesterday forced us to change the Bak-o-meter for the first time in almost two months. Bako had two hits, drove in two runs and nearly looked like an actual big league ballplayer. Now, I urge him to do the only prudent thing and quite while he’s ahead. The retirement announcement should be planned for just after noon Pacific Daylight Time. But alas, it won’t be.

The best news to come out of yesterday’s 5-1 Cubs win over the Rockies wasn’t that the Cubs have won eight of ten, or that they’re still 4-0 in the Nomar Era, but rather that The Franchise, Mark Prior, looked like himself. The radar gun reading that WGN-TV had on its status bar were troubling, though. For the first couple innings, Prior wasn’t getting the ball out of the 88-89 MPH range. Then, Steve Stone announced they were taking the readings off, because they were “three to four MPH slow.”

George Ofman’s rabbit ears perked up, I’m sure and he began writing his ‘season ending arm surgery’ lede for the ninth time this year. Prior then blew a succession of fastballs past Jeromy Burnitz and made Todd Greene look even more foolish than normal, and faith was restored.

It took a couple of diving stops, one by Todd Walker and one by E-ramis, but Prior mostly cruised through his start. A couple of pitch around walks to Todd Helton and nine strikeouts put him over 100 pitches for the first time all year. Unlike his last start in which he left with a lovely, angry, gesture at the home plate umpire, this time he left the game with a grin on his face. Mr. Stoic couldn’t hide the fact that things felt pretty good out there. For a team that thrives on good pitching, that was certainly good news.

Writers are making a big deal out of the Cubs’ players asking that Chip Caray and Steve Stone be banned from the charter flights with the team. Mariotti put down the doughnut to decry it and Ed Sherman went out of his way to defend Chip and Steve.

I think both are (and have always been) world-class, simplistic, morons. I just have a feeling that the Cubs’ players don’t think Chip and Steve are too critical of them. I just think they find both of them annoying. Especially Chip.

You don’t think they get tired of having their friends and family tell them about Chip’s constant praising of The Beege or Albert Pujols’ supposedly golden glove? You don’t think they don’t have people constantly telling them that Chip can’t judge a flyball, or that they should bludgeon him with dinner rolls for all of his “hilarious” references to Steve never wanting to play for dinner? I’m sure some of it is whatever criticism Chip and Steve make about the team. Chip is clearly uncomfortable whenever any Cubs player shows any real emotion on the field. I’m not saying he needs to applaud The Lawnmower’s fist pump, but it just seems like anytime a player gets mad about anything, Chip sounds like he thinks his broadcast booth is going to get re-invaded by the bullies on the playground when he was a kid who used to pull his underwear up over his chubby kid breasts and empty his pudding cup into his pants.

Chip is not a popular broadcaster among the fans. And, unlike John Jackson I do not think that Chip is ever up to the task of calling a big moment. I cringe at the thought of him getting to call the end of Maddux’s 300th win (if Greg can just do it tomorrow, Chip won’t get to). Remember how horrifically he botched Sammy’s 500th homer call? It was nearly as bad as a senile, Parkinsons’ riddled Jack Buck’s weird “Planet 62′ call of McGwire’s historic home run call. But Buck had already etched his legacy with at least three well known calls during which he was absolutely on top of his game, “Go crazy folks, go crazy” for that horrendous little Ozzie Smith homer in the playoffs against Tom Niedenfeur, the immortal “I don’t believe…what I just saw” for Kirk Gibson’s 1988 World Series homer and my favorite, the “We’ll….see you, tomorrow” when Kirby Puckett and the Twins avoided elimination in game six of the 1991 World Series against the Braves on Kirby’s homer.

By the way, I think Inside Edition had a similar call for a highlight of Kirby’s at a Minneapolis bar in which he said, “Hey baby…I’ll see you…with my one good eye…in the bathroom!” Or something.

Anyway, where was I? That’s never a good sign. It’s a sure sign that you’ve turned into horrific comic Gary Gulman when your pointless story gets so completely pointless that you forget what your pointlessness was originally about.

Jackson rated each of the Chicago radio broadcasters, but he left out the wacky SAP team for FSN coverage of Sox games. They left them out because nobody has ever actually bothered to listen to them.

He gave high marks to Stone, who largely doesn’t deserve them anymore and Pat Hughes who does. He likes John Rooney, and that’s surprising because I’ll bet Rooney and Jackson have come to blows over the last of the chicken strips in the Comiskey media lounge on several occassions, and like everybody else he thinks Ed Farmer is a little weird. As for Ron Santo…he is what he is…a big, legless, toupee’d homer who is inherently lovable.

As for Mariotti’s “effort” today, what the hell was it about? Are we supposed to decode it with the Rosetta Stone? What the hell was it? He wants salad-tossing Greggie pitching game seven of what? I like Greg, but when the playoffs come he gets one, maybe two of his six-inning, three run starts and then gets out of the way for the big boys. Honestly, though, that column had nothing to do with Greg, and had everything to do with Jay trying to rehash the same tired old crap about how Dusty’s team is on the edge all the time.

As for Sherman, it’s hard to take anybody seriously who can’t breathe through his nose and gives off that whole slack-jawed yokel vibe all the time.

Hey ma! I’s gots me a column about golfin’ and such in the Terbune!

The Franchise looked good, and so did the Cubs. At least until Sammy Sosa channelled Pele for the play with two outs in the ninth.

The Lawnmower is suspended. He’ll start Wednesday instead of Tuesday. Oooh…that’ll teach him a lesson.

Like Jim Edmonds, Dusty likes to relax with some booze and a willing pooch.

Rick Morrissey on the pathetic antics of the Red Sox front office.

Jerry Azumah will be back in October! Maybe. Woof.

The Bears aren’t after Keenan McCardell. This new offense can’t feature a slow, washed up wideout like last year’s could.

Kenny Williams says the trade for Roberto Alomar will send a message to his team. It does. Loud and clear. That message is, “Hey, let’s get all the jerkoffs we had last year back and we can miss the playoffs again!”

Jamal Crawford has finally gone away. He’s gonna love playing with Steph Marbury. Just like the way you and I enjoy a novacaine-free root canal!

Ron Guenther says there’s no magic number to save Ron Turner’s job. I’m guessing there’s a tragic number though. Anything three or less.

The Wizard of Roz defends Chip.

Today’s rumor is that Nomar hurt his Achilles’ while playing soccer. Just what the hell does this have to do with anything? Now I know why Yankees fans enjoy piling on the Red Sox whenever they get the chance.

Peja wants out. Preferably to a team that won’t make the playoffs so he can’t constantly be exposed for choking when it counts. Hey, the Bulls would be perfect! How about Dikembe for Peja?

Who is John Kerry’s campaign manager and why does he let him do and wear things like this?

The world’s greatest newspaper found a guy who shaves his head to look like a baseball.