All winter long, experts looked at the Cubs roster and said, “If this team stays healthy, it just might win the pennant.”

Well, guess what? It hasn’t stayed healthy. It hasn’t even been close. In fact, the injuries have been of such quality and quantity that the Cubs called up former trainer Dave Tumbas and fired him again. Mark Prior has yet to throw a pitch in a big league game. Kerry Wood’s tricep reached up and grabbed him last week. Mike Remlinger had shoulder surgery in the offseason and isn’t back yet (though he did serve up a three run jack in AAA yesterday–nice?), Mark Grudzielanek’s Achilles is worse than Brad Pitt’s, Sammy Sosa sneezed his back into a spasm, Todd Walker hurt his shoulder and then got sick, Kent Mercker got a weak back about a week back and Paul Bako fell down and spiked himself. Actually Bako hasn’t done that…yet.

The only guy who has stayed healthy is the decaying corpse of Moises Alou, and that’s mainly because he’s always soaked in his own urine.

With all of these calamaties, no wonder the vaunted Houston Astros have jumped out to a huge early lead. One that that the Cubs will have no chance to recover from.

What? They haven’t? The Cubs are in first place? You don’t say.

Sometime in the next three weeks, the Cubs will potentially be at full strength for the first time all season long. If the Astros haven’t found a way to put a few games between themselves and the Cubs, it’s over. It’ll take a while to get everybody acclimated and playing well, but when that happens, the Cubs will begin to lay waste to the senior circuit. If they don’t have a deficit to make up, like last year’s Marlins did, September might just become one long, happy victory tour. Maybe Tito and Jermaine can stop by?

We all know that the Cubs never do anything the easy way. So the reality of it is that September will be just like last year’s. We’ll sweat out every moment of it. Things will get so frantic that just like the last Friday of the year, last year, we’ll need a rain out just to calm our frazzled nerves.

But given all that the Cubs have had thrown at them in the first six weeks, we know one thing to be true. The Cubs’ teams that you and I grew up with would be done by now. They’d have gone belly-up and fallen so far behind that we’d need a telescope to see first place right now. But these Cubs have a unique way of handling things. They suck it up and play through it.

Excuse us if it takes us a while to adjust to the new way of doing things. We’re used to the fetal position.

You never listen to me when I tell you that Dusty Baker’s good at this managing a baseball team, thing. But he is. I’d sit here and try and come up with a list of guys that I’d rather have managing this baseball team, but it takes a surprisingly long time to make a list with no names on it.

The thing that makes him good is that he gives his players a chance to figure things out on their own. If they do, great. If they don’t, and they reach the end of their rope, he handles it. Just like the old saying that “you can’t win the pennant in May but you can lose it,” you can’t make a player in May, but you can lose one.

Exhibit A is Corey Patterson. Exhibit B is Joe Borowski.

Young Corey is easily the most talented of the Cubs’ position players. He’s also the most infuriating. He’ll drive you do drink if you let him. There are times when he is completely clueless at the plate. How can somebody who is from all accounts an intelligent, hard-working, talented player get less out of his ability than Corey? Because he’s been around forever, we tend to forget that he’s 24 years old.

His most useful position in the Cubs’ batting order would be leadoff, but though he has the skills for it, he doesn’t have the talent to use those skills the right way. His second most useful position would be batting second. Someday, it’ll be his home, and Dusty tried to make it so to start the season. It hasn’t worked. But rather than jerk his batting order around from pillar to post like most managers would, he let Corey have a real shot at making it work. A lesser manager would have benched Corey, then dropped him in the order and then compared him to Oddibe McDowell. Corey kind of bottomed out in the two spot, and is now batting seventh. He knows why. So he’s hanging out down there in Bako-land, trying to figure it out with a little less pressure on him. He’s trying to bunt more.

It’s no fun to be patient. If it was, it’d be a hell of lot easier to do. But Corey’s worth it. The day the Cubs give up on him altogether and ship him off, they’ll regret it forever. You heard that here first.

As for Regular Joe, he looked, for all intents and purposes, to be done as dinner just a week ago. He might still be, for all we know. But he’s another example of why Dusty Baker’s good at this managing a baseball team, thing. Dusty could have demoted Joe like we all would have. Instead he went about trying to find a way to get him work and build up some confidence. Dusty knows that if you stick with a player and he continues to struggle you might lose him, but if you give up on one, you are guaranteed to lose him. As recently as Thursday, Joe was a basket case. He had to be bailed out of a ninth inning that he started with a six run lead. But on Friday he got a low pressure ninth inning to finish and he did it without incident, and he got a real-live save yesterday.

Despite a strangely inaccurate Fox Sports Net radar gun yesterday (Francis Beltran threw a 96 MPH fastball that registered 88 on the screen), Joe certainly looked like he was throwing hard this weekend for the first time all year.

Will Joe really figure it all out again? Maybe. Maybe not. But at least Dusty’s managed to keep that option open. It’s more than any one of us would have been able to do.

Just how badly did the Cubs want to win that game yesterday? Dusty, Mr. Players’ Manager, did two things you don’t think he’d ever do. He took his starting pitcher one out away from qualifying for a win, and he shuffled the back end of the bullpen around so that LaTroy Hawkins got the heart of the batting order to face in the seventh, and then The Farns and Regular Joe finished up with the bottom and the top.

It all worked out, just as planned, which hardly ever happens. The Cubs left for the road trip five games over .500 and two games behind Houston. They lost the games that Kerry Wood and Matt Clement started and yet, come back seven games over .500 and tied with Houston.

Who knew?


The Good Trade? banner is off the home page. Hee Seop Choi is now batting .224 and was 4-for-37 (.108) with no homers and two RBI once the banner went up. Derrek Lee hit .321 with two homers and seven RBI.

The purpose wasn’t to curse one of our favorite former Cubs, but it seemed to do just that. The reality is that Hee Seop’s getting pitched under the hands again, and just like last year, he’s not hitting it. If he never learns how, he’ll end up the 21st century Orestes Destrade.

Instead, in honor of the Cubs “Lemons”, the bench corps that has saved their bacon so far this year, we give you Lemon Aid, the Cubs Scrub of the Moment. Our inaugural Lemon Aid honoree is Jose Macias, who had three three-hit games in four starts over the weekend. I have no idea how that happened. Why argue with it?

I think it’s obvious that the breakout star of the 2004 NBA Postseason is Rex Chapman. No, seriously. Chapman got the thankless seat in between the increasingly senile Dick Stockton and the always terrible John Thompson on TNT’s number three announcing team, and he’s done a great job. They were helped on Friday night by one of the most amazing playoff games of all-time, the triple overtime Nets win over the Pistons, but if you took Chapman off that announcing crew, I’d have stuck my head through the TV before the end of regulation.

As amazing as the Tim Duncan-Derek Fisher sequence was on Thursday, how can you top what Richard Jefferson and Chauncy Billups did on Friday? Jefferson made the most amazing block in the history of playoff basketball to save the game for the Nets, only to have Chauncey toss in a half-courter at the buzzer to tie the game anyway. And, unlike Fisher’s impossible shot, Billups actually had enough time to do what he did.

Besides, you have to love any game that includes a clutch performance by Little Orphan Annie himself, Brian Scalabrine. Could he have worse hair? Is that possible? He looks like a heterosexual version of Carrot-top.

Yesterday, I was a little disappointed in Doc Rivers’ reaction to the Kevin Garnett-Anthony Peeler “fight.” Even though ABC clearly showed what started the fight, Rivers didn’t seem to pick up on it. Here’s what we saw as hit happened.

– Garnett on the ground, injured and trying to get up to his feet
– Peeler running right for him as he was staggering to get up
– Garnett giving a quick elbow to Peeler’s chest
– Peeler acting like Antonio Tarver with his elbow, trying to land two quick lefts to Garnett’s face

At the time, Rivers’ reaction that both Garnett and Peeler were in the wrong seemed valid. But then ABC went back to a replay of the Kings’ previous possession and showed us why Garnett was on the floor in the first place. Peeler punched him in the nuts. He did one of those sneaky run-past-the-guy-and-hit-him-with-a-backhand-jab-to-the-groin shots. Nobody saw it, but it’s what put KG on the floor.

That’s not right. If I was the commish, Kevin could have literally punched Peeler in the face and been OK to stay in the game.


The best moment of the weekend was at halftime of the Lakers-Spurs on Saturday night when Charles Barkley looked down at his monitor and saw Tarver drop Roy Jones, Jr. in the second round, and while Ernie, Kenny and Baron were trying to analyze the first half, Charles just yelled out, “Oh, no!” You wonder how many thousands of dollars (or tens of thousands) Charles lost on that punch?

Today, there’s great debate over last night’s episode of The Sopranos and if it was brilliant, or bad. Normally, I hate dream sequences in anything. Last night’s was long (nearly a half hour) and strange, and it made me uncomfortable, especially the parts where Tony’s teeth would fall out. But that was some pretty good stuff, and if you didn’t get out of it that Tony now knows that he and Carmella have to get back together and he has to kill Tony B., well, I can’t help you.

However, how can you you have a Sopranos dream sequence and not have a talking fish?

You had to like Annette Benning quoting The Godfather, and it was nice to see Big Pussy again.


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Jose Macias, superstar? Let’s not push it.

Fat Roger and Woody are on a collision course for another Wrigley start. If this one ends like last year’s did, go for it.

Sammy sneezed and threw out his back. I know a guy who sneezed in the car and threw his back out so bad that he had to pull over because he couldn’t drive anymore.

Rosey talks with AJ Eyechart.

Groucho compares the 2004 Lakers to may all-time favorite Bulls’ team, the 1993 champs.

How drunk was Mike Kiley when he wrote the first two paragraphs of this?

Mariotti puts down the doughnut to say that the Lakers are bigger than MJ’s Bulls’ because MJ never raped anybody. Huh?

Sports Guy has left the Jimmy Kimmel Show. This comes as no surprise, considering a) the show stinks, b) it had ten other writers, c) nobody watches it. It’s great news for Page 2, because Bill is the only talented person who writes for that crap-fest. Is there anything worse than Page 2? Anything?

What got into Ben Sheets? Maybe a Braves’ lineup that included:
DeWayne Wise
Adam LaRoche
Mark DeRosa
Wilson Betemit
and Nick Green (Nick Green? What?)

However, Ben did strike out JD Drew, Andruw Jones and Eric (I mean, Johnny) Estrada eight times.

I’m sure this is true.

America’s finest news source asks some men on the street about the Iraqi prisoner abuse.