So part of Sunday night’s loss could be directly attributed to nobody covering third base on an infield chopper and last night nobody covered first base on one. We’ve got a 50-50 shot at guessing whether the Cubs leave second or home unattended tonight.

Glendon Rusch did a fine job in a long relief stint. His only mistakes were taking a quick nap on the mound with nobody out and the bases loaded when he first came in. Had he covered first the Padres would have had a 5-2 lead and one out with runners at second and third. He then got a double play that would have ended the inning. After that he gave up a three run homer. Not good.

To be fair, even if Glendon had rubbed the sleep out of his eyes (those bullpen benches are pretty cozy) and gotten the first out on the grounder to second (Derrek Lee had gone to try and field it leaving first unoccupado) the grounder back to the mound wouldn’t have been a double play since there’d have been no force at home. It would have been a double play if a Cub were at third because he’d have run right into the tag at home in time for the catcher to still get the guy at first, but I digress.

So you could surmise that all that would have happened was what happened anyway and that’s that the Padres would have had eight runs after three innings anyway.

Mark Prior was not good last night. In fact, he wasn’t even bad. He was horrendous. Did he get screwed on a 3-2 curveball to Ryan Klesko in the second when it was still 2-0 Cubs? Sure he did. He got screwed later in that inning on a 2-2 curveball to Adam Eaton that would have left it 2-2, instead of the 4-2 Eaton gave the Padres two pitches later.

But Prior was so bad with so many other pitches that you can’t blame this one on the myopic obesity of Bruce Froemming. As good as his location was last week in Denver it was that bad last night in Chicago.

Prior threw 89 pitches in three plus innings. Almost half of them were actual strikes. He walked five, he gave up eight hits and he hit Phil Nevin (which, he had to enjoy, come on it’s Phil Nevin, the first client in the Jeff Pornstache Personality Club for Men). He gave up six runs, four of them all by himself, and then left the bases loaded and nobody out for Glendon in the fourth.

This wasn’t Mark Prior on a bad day, this was Kerry Wood on a bad day. We’re used to it with Wood. Every once in a while he’ll trot out to the mound and won’t be able to throw a strike if his life depended on it. Not Prior. That’s not supposed to happen. Mark Prior on a bad day is supposed to go six innings, give up seven hits, five runs and walk a couple of guys. He’s not supposed to implode before our very eyes.

It was ’70s night last night, and unfortunately for the Cubs, Mark Prior came dressed as Ray Burris.

A couple of our more thoughtful readers yesterday declared that Prior’s the most overrated pitcher ever. Nice to see that they’ve got both hands firmly attached to the reality safety rail. I think they’re right. I think it’s time to completely write off a 23 year old pitcher who’s had a few bad starts in an injury plagued season. Seems sensible to me.

I also don’t think that the bad calls from Froemming frustrated Prior into a Matt Clement-like stupor. He just didn’t have his control. I’m sure it frustrated him, but if he throws the 3-2 pitch to Eaton where it was supposed to be, instead of knee high over the outside part of the plate where Eaton could just drop the bat on it for a single, he gets out of the inning with only two runs. He had a bad night and the Cubs lost. It happens. Try and keep it from ruining your lunch today.

Dusty’s batting order however was interesting, again.

I’m not even going to get into the whole “where should Sammy bat” thing. Go over to CubsTalk.com, I’m sure the deep thinkers over there have about nine threads devoted to it. My problem with last night’s batting order wasn’t in playing Jose Macias at third. The way Jose torched the Padres in San Diego earlier in the year, it was completely defensible to give him a start and let E-ramis have a second day off in a row. The problem was hitting Macias second. Shouldn’t Todd Walker have hit there? Don’t you want somebody on base when Nomar comes up third?

Anyway, let’s get to something we can all agree on. Like what a complete tool Chip Caray is.

First, the night got off to a humiliating start when Chippy donned a blonde little orphan Annie wig for the open with Steve. Steve was showing a little nipple, which is troubling, was it was hard to take your eyes off of Chip’s Lady Marmalade hair. Chip was most likely dressed to impress former Padres pitching coach Dave Stewart. But that’s another thing for another time.

For Chip it was a normal game. He observed all of the “wacky Cubs fans in their ’70s attire” and made his normal insipid jokes. Here’s what I wondered. How many Cubs fans did WGN show because they were dressed in ’70s clothes didn’t even know it was ’70s night? Half the bleachers look like they just fell out of an Alan Ball wet dream anyway. But, I digress.

Then, in the ninth, Chip renewed our disdain. With one out E-ramis pinch hit and was the tying run. He worked the count against a struggling Trevor Hoffman and sent one deep to center. Chip went nutty. He was sure the game was tied. He thought the ball was going to bounce off the center field scoreboard. But it fell harmlessly in Terrence Long’s glove, barely reaching the warning track. I have no problem with an announcer trying to milk the drama out of a moment. But we’ve known for years now that Chip still cannot judge a fly ball. This was just a reminder of that. Again.

Chip got one of the FSN cameras to show where Nomar sets up in the batter’s box, because to Chip, this is fascinating. He said, “Look how close Nomar is to the front of the box.” The camera then switched to show Nomar and showed that his back foot is about six inches behind home plate. In essence, Nomar stands where about 65 percent of the right handed hitters in the league stand. This, to Chip is fascinating.

By the way, Sammy continues to creep closer to home plate, which would have been something more interesting for FSN to have shown us. He’s now a little closer than he was during the Jeff Pentland years, so his critics can scratch that verse from their chorus.

Eric Estrada was on hand to lead the crowd in the singing of “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” and he did things to that song that are illegal in several southern states. He also said that reality TV is a lot harder than scripted TV. Of course it is, for people like Eric who have no personality, it’s tough when somebody doesn’t write one down for you. You could lock Tom Cruise, Eric Estrada and Barry Sanders in a house and turn some TV cameras on and it would be so boring your pets would commit suicide.

And Barry’s dad would do the eulogy and say, “I’m proud to say that my son was the third best actor on that show!” I still can’t get over the fact that a guy can pick his own father to introduce him for induction into the Hall of Fame and his dad calls him “the third best running back of all time.” That’s child abuse, isn’t it?

Why is the game today, tonight? Does that make any sense? It was supposed to be a 1:20 start and they moved it, I suppose as part of the four extra night games they got this spring. I thought the night games were supposed to be used when the Cubs came back from long road trips like the one they got back from on Sunday night? I’m glad it’s going to 50 and windy. Serves them right.

Rick Sutcliffe is going to do the seventh inning stretch honors tonight. Let’s hope he’s not as hammered as he was last time. His Foster Brooks routine was funny (kinda) once.

Did I just make a Foster Brooks reference? How old am I? Screw it. Let’s do the links.

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Everybody has a bad day once in a while. Mark Prior decided to make his epic.

This headline has little to do with the story. Didn’t you expect a Kerry quote about LaTroy, or something?

Nomar’s good. We get it.

Sammy has more homers than Reggie Jackson. For those of you who think Sammy’s the most selfish prick ever, I submit Reginald Martinez Jackson as Exhibit 1 in Sam’s defense.

Tank Johnson got a haircut and I should care, why, exactly?

Bears’ coach Karl Dunbar has the skin disease that Michael Jackson pretends he has.

You will soon have the chance to be awakened by the soothing voice of Mike North. This would be worth it if they’d kick Mike Murphy’s talentless ass out in the street. Be-Be North is negotiating Uncle Fuzzy’s new deal. I’ve heard she’s nearly as shrewd as Garry Meier’s wife. So in other words, Uncle Fuzzy will be back greeting you at the Joliet river boat by early October.

Mariotti puts down the doughnut and his column today is not his normal steaming pile of excrement. No, today’s is so stale that it’s not even steaming. It’s just kind of crusting over.

Todd Hollandsworth should be flogged for being too dumb, or too lazy to put on a freaking shin guard when he already missed half of a season with the same thing he’s got now. I can hardly wait for the big John Vander Wal pickup. Oooh, I’m all tingly.

Who is Dwone Hicks and why do I care that he doesn’t want to play football? Maybe Brad Biggs can write a feature on me and how I don’t want to try synchronized swimming?

Tim Brown is a Buc. He’s like Keyshawn, only slower and quieter. That’s not a bad tradeoff.

The Wizard of Roz says Kenny Williams’ got a tough job ahead of him. It is tough, he’s already traded for Carl Everett and Robbie Alomar again. He’s out of ideas.

I’m so proud of whatever part of the cab hit Tommy Glavine in the mouth.

TO says he never said that Jeff Garcia was gay. He just never said he wasn’t. Garcia, who’s unofficial nickname around the NFL is “The Gay Burn Victim” says that his girlfriend is none other than Carmella Decesare, the 2004 Playmate of the Year.

And she just happened to be at Browns’ practice yesterday. I’m sure that was a coincidence. Whatever.

Justin Timberlake and Cameron Diaz are going to get married. I’m not saying, I’m just saying that Hal Sparks has already RSVP’d and it says he’s bringing Carmella Decesare.

If it’s in the Hindustan Times it has to be true!

Jennifer Garner blames the media on breaking up her marriage. She says “if we were living in West Virginia where I grew up” that they wouldn’t be wearing shoes and none of this would have happened. She says she’s still “just friends” with Ben Affleck because she’s afraid dating him would cause her to catch whatever is killing his career.

America’s finest news source says that the government has finally cleared the A-Team of all charges.