What are you so damned happy about?You just knew this was going to happen, didn’t you? Jim Hendry finally gets fed up enough to unwittingly let the media know that he’s getting ready to drop the much overdue axe on Dusty Baker and his pathetic coaching staff, only to have the Cubs win four of the next five games, and incredibly, put the whole thing into doubt.

Forget for a minute that it’s patently absurd to think the Cubs would be dumb enough to base a decision this important on five days in July, especially in a game in which even the absolute worst teams can get “hot” for a week and still go 50-112.

Even if you are dumb enough to be swayed by five days worth of baseball, the Cubs won four games against two .500 teams in the weakest division in the game. They did it against a who’s who of brilliant starting pitching that included Roy Oswalt (who they scored one run off of), Chris Capuano (who they haven’t scored a run off in three straight starts now), and the great Dave Bush, Zach Jackson, and Doug Davis troika (combined wins in 2006 — 11, combined ERA…over five).

Nothing has changed. Oh sure, apparently Scott Eyre is walking around the clubhouse with shorts on his head and Jock Jones is pulling his pants up to his tits, but this is still a bad baseball team, led by a coaching staff that doesn’t know shit.

Everything that’s ever been wrong with Dusty Baker is still wrong. Nothing is ever his fault. Nothing. Incredibly, if you listen to him, it’s rarely ever the players’ fault either. It’s nobody’s fault? Then why do we even need a manager? If he can’t help or hurt anything, that seems like a lot of money to pay a guy just because he’s got lots of back taxes.

Yesterday I turned on the Score while I was in the kitchen and in the time it takes to nuke a Hot Pocket (and burn the living crap out of your mouth) I heard the brilliant Jesse Rogers interviewing Red Sox manager Terry Francona. Jesse asked Terry how the Red Sox still manage to win, despite using a lot of young pitchers. Terry’s answer would have made Dusty’s ears bleed.

He said:

It’s important for us to remember that player development doesn’t end when a guy is brought up to the big leagues. They have a lot they still have to learn, and it’s our job to teach them.

What? That can’t be. Dusty always tells us that if a young player doesn’t know something it’s not his fault. It’s the organization’s fault, or maybe it’s on the parents, or their American Legion coach in 1997.

You mean that there is at least one big league organization (more like 28) who thinks that one of the reason they pay coaches isn’t just so the manager has somebody to play gin rummy with on the plane, but they’re supposed to…uh…you know…coach? Incredible.

I felt like that bald Frenchman threw the World Cup by headbutting me in the chest after I heard that.

What it does is it points out just how clueless Dusty is.

One of the things you’ll hear Dusty’s defenders point out (and yes, incredibly, he still has some) is that his players are still behind him. He hasn’t “lost the clubhouse.”

Well, gee. You mean a bunch of millionaires enjoy playing for a guy with no rules, who coddles veterans like he’s the concierge at the Four Seasons? You mean they like that? You mean they’d rather have Dusty hanging out with them telling them Hank Aaron stories than risk him leaving and somebody who forces them to work coming in to replace him? I’m shocked.

I’m even more shocked that Dusty’s biggest defender is Scott Eyre–the fat lefty who signed with the Cubs because–I’m not making this up–you remember it–because Dusty doesn’t make him jog before games. I’m just stunned that he’s worried that Dusty will get replaced by somebody who doesn’t think it’s cute, or neat that a guy getting almost four million a year can’t do a fucking pull up.

The media (who, in Chicago are normally a useless bunch) had the temerity to ask Dusty that if he stays, if he’s going to be more open to playing young players in the second half.

It’s not like the question is important. It’s not like that when you’re so far out of first place that you need a telescope to find the Cardinals that you should take advantage of the fact that Major League Baseball forces you to play the entire season, no matter how bad you are, by playing guys who might be in your plans for next season. It’s not like last year the Cubs didn’t have the brains to give Nomar Garciaparra a half dozen starts in left field to see if that was a realistic option for him in 2006. And it’s not like he’s leading the National League in hitting and going to the All-Star Game tomorrow night.

See, Dusty thinks that by simply writing Ronny Cedeno and Matt Murton’s names in the lineups most days that he’s done his part. He thinks he’s actually accomplishing something. Never mind that Ronny’s pitch selection is getting worse by the day and nobody seems to be trying to do anything about it, or that Murton’s outfield defense is so bad that you might actually be improving it by putting the completely immobile Phil Nevin out there. In fact, had Nevin’s average not completely gone in the crapper around the time Derrek Lee came back, you’d have that useless geezer in left almost every day.

Dusty doesn’t get it, and he never has.

You want to know why he likes playing veterans? He won’t tell you, so I will.

When a veteran player screws up, who gets blamed? The veteran. It’s easy for a manager to dismissively say, “He knows better than that.” When a rookie does it, the manager’s job is to make sure it never happens again, when it does, people start wondering if the manager is a complete dope. In this case, he’s a complete, toothpick gnawing dope.

If Jim Hendry had any balls, the minute Dusty made this comment, he’d have been fired:

”If that happens and we lose even more, are you going to hold that against my record, too? While you are developing?”

It was in response the question about playing more young players.  It’s just further proof that as long as Dusty stays in charge nothing will change.  This isn’t about 2006 anymore and shouldn’t have been since mid-May.  This year’s shot.  Nobody disputes that.  The way you run the team now, in the front office and on the field is all about trying to be a good team in 2007.  Having a manager who thinks squeezing an extra win or two out of a team by playing washed up veterans isn’t going to accomplish anything.  Is anybody going to care if the Cubs finish 66-96 as opposed to 64-98?  Dusty seems to think they will. 

The one positive is that so far we haven’t heard Jim Hendry say anything ridiculous like, “Hey, we won four of five!  We’re good!”  But you know it’s probably coming.  If it does, we’re in the worst possible situation.

We end up having to root against them, hoping that if our version of rock bottom (where the Cubs are right now) eventually turns into their version of it (which has to be the depths of Hell) so that they make some actual changes. 

That’s right, we’re entering Dave Wannstedt’s final days here.  Days when you hoped that the short term pain of humiliation would give way to actual, tangible changes that would turn the team around.

The one thing I remembered about how I felt during those years is that I was mad at Wannstedt for one thing in particular.  I was mad that he pushed me to a point where I didn’t care how the Bears were doing.  Dusty’s shoved me to the same point.

If the Cubs are dumb enough to judge Dusty on a 4-1 run from July 5-9, they deserve each other.  I’d prefer to judge him on 34-54, or 21-44 in their last 65 games, or even that sterling one friggin’ home win in June.

For all of the national media wondering why the Cubs would dare fire such a sage baseball man, here’s all you need to know.  He’s part of the problem, and he’ll remain that way until he’s gone.  Nothing gets fixed with him around.  That ought to be enough reason…for anything.