Which one did we name the highway after again?  Neifi, Jock or E-ramis?

You have to hand it to the Cubs.  Few teams lose with the kind of panache the Cubs do.  How many teams spoil their own no-hitters by losing a flyball in the sun?  How many teams can roar back to score four runs in the ninth inning only to lose the game two innings later when the third baseman plays a routine pop up off his head?

And you though there was no reason to watch them anymore.  John McDonough and his crack gang of marketing geniuses are busy working on a new second half of the season promotional campaign, but we already know the new slogan.

CHICAGO CUBS BASEBALL: FINDING HISTORICALLY UNIQUE WAYS TO SUCK…EVERY GODDAMNED DAY

The most impressive thing is that they actually mean it.  They’re not a baseball team, they’re a full fledged train wreck.  They did manage to win yesterday, breaking a six game losing streak and proving that like the Bears last year, they’ll win once a week, whether they need to or not.

They’re actually playing at a 100 loss pace.  No, that’s not right.  They’re accelerating past a 100 loss pace.  They’re tanking games like the reward is getting to draft LeBron James.

What was more surprising on Friday?  That Jock Jones cost Carlos Zambrano any chance of a no-hitter by losing a flyball in the sun with two out in the seventh?  Or that Carlos didn’t run out to right field and beat Jock senseless after the play?

Here’s the most (of several) irritating things about that play.  Most fielders will do whatever they can late in a no-hitter to try to save it for the pitcher.  You’ll see guys who normally can’t be troubled to break a sweat, trying to dive into the stands after foul balls.  Hell, you saw E-ramis “save” the no-hitter one batter earlier by diving behind third base and throwing a guy out.

So what does Jock do?  He loses the flyball in the sun and then executes a series of manuevers, all of which mean, “This isn’t my fault!  I can’t see!  It’s not my fault.”  His blame shifting aerobics made the call for the official scorer, as much as the ball just missing his melon as it crashed to earth for a “hit” did.  It’s not so much he lost the ball in the sun, it’s the way he wanted “credit” for it.  God forbid he hang with it and get a glove on the ball.  That might cost him a Gold Glove!  (Snicker, snicker.)

The rule of thumb for a scorer is that if a player clearly loses a ball in the sun or the lights you give the batter a hit.  However, there’s another rule of thumb that the first hit by a team should be a clean one.  In the summer I spent as an official scorer, twice I gave errors to players on borderline calls because a hit in that instance would have been the first for the batting team.  Both times a clean hit followed within an inning or two and both times I changed the original calls back to hits.  You’re the official scorer, not the judge at Nuremberg.  Lighten up.

Saturday’s game was even more absurd.  I came in from a long day of yard work to see that the Cubs were down 12-8 in the eighth.  Len Kasper said something that sounded like “the Braves have hit eight home runs today” and I knew that couldn’t be true.  Nobody hits eight homers in one day.

The Cubs rallied for an inexplicable four spot in the ninth off three different Braves pitchers (highlighed by RBIs by both Neifi ((2)) and Freddie Bynum).  The Cubs then lost when E-ramis played a routine pop up into a two-base error because the ball hit him in the head.  You see that a lot.  When you watch nine year olds play baseball.

The new answer to the Cubs’ troubles is Tony Womack.  He’s been on base eight times in 12 trips to the plate (seven, officially, but he also reached on an error.)  This, from a guy with a career on base average of .317.  So you just know he’s going to keep it up.  Hey, lots of guys finally learn how to play when they turn 36.  Unfortunately, what they learn to play is usually shuffleboard.

Womack has been given the famous #1 worn most recently by Jose Macias and most memorably by Rick Wrona.  He is, like every other Cub, a Tommy John Disease survivor and you just know that Dusty’s going to use him in right field from time to time, where he’ll make Jock Jones look like Vlad Guerrero when he throws the ball back in.  Honestly, platooning Jones with anybody is a good idea.  Besides, the Cubs have perfected the “make a lazy ass throw, then bobble it, then throw it into the stands” relay play that allows runners to score from second on sac flies, anyway.

Truth is, Jock actually does hit righties pretty well.  His season numbers are .314 ba/ .354 oba/ .512 slg / .866 ops, with six homers and 20 RBI in 121 at bats.

Against lefties?  Not so much.  .103/.133/.207/.340, 1 HR, 2 RBI, 29 at bats.  Guh.

What would have been nice is if Jock hadn’t stopped hitting lefties when he came to the National League.  See, then Jim Hendry, because he’s a fine judge of talent and a great statistical analysist would have prepared for it.

Wait.  You mean Jock’s never been able to hit lefties?  You mean his three-year splits indicate he was a complete closet case with a batting average almost 60 full points worse against lefties? 

Oh.  Never mind.

It was a rough weekend for announcers all over.  Dave Flemming of the Giants infamously was robbed of a chance to give a historic call when his mic cut out as he just began his call of Barry Bonds’ 715th home run.

But how about the hack fest ABC put on during the Indy 500?  During the last 30 laps alone, we were treated to race announcer Marty Reid missing every important moment and then recapping it for us with “Guess who just moved into fourth?”  (Pause for effect, then keep pausing to make us think you’ve had a deadly epileptic seizure)  “It’s Michael, Mario or Marco Andretti, or somebody!”

Coming down through the final three laps, Rusty Wallace shat all over himself more than once.  At one point he said, “I’ve never seen people so excited!  You should see what I’m seeing!”  Huh?  Then, the coup de grace, “This is the most exciting Daytona 500 ever!  Uh, I mean Brick…Indy 500!”

But the best moment, happened live during the 10 p.m. news on the Rockford CBS affiliate, when the hack weekend sports guy showed Sam Hornish Jr. drinking the traditional victory milk, then pouring it over his head, while the sports guy said, “Here he is soiling himself with milk!” 

Soiling himself?  Really?  How do you know?

That same night, Craig Sager gave an immortal interview to Tim Thomas at halftime of the Mavs game three win over the Suns, during which Craig referred to the Mavericks’ best player as Dick Nowitzki and to Thomas’ friend, Craig Hayward as Ironwood Haywood.

Thomas topped Sager though when he said of the recently deceased former Bears running back, “I wish him the best.”

Wouldn’t the best have been not dying of a brain tumor at 39?  Go back to cashing your Bulls’ checks and not playing any defense, Timmy.