Creeping Inexorably Toward A Worthwhile Sub-Heading.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
Game Notes 21: Tooth Skinning 101
The Cubs narrowly avoided being swept in a three game series for the first time since September 24-26, 2002 - a series in which they scored two runs against the Cincinnati Reds. Victory was theirs despite blowing a 3-1 lead, giving up three home runs to Steve Finley, and generally looking confused and out of sorts against Casey Deagle.
I'm just thankful that the club squeaked by with a win, and that the Brewers staged a miraculous comeback to boost the Cubs to sole possession of first place. Below: the tidbit feast.
It was good to see Greg Maddux not be "Future Hall of Famer Greg Maddux," but still get the job done. Of course, any lineup that features Donnie Sadler in the two spot is going to make the work at hand less arduous, and it was with great relief that I saw Sadler sidle up to the dish with the bases loaded in the second inning.
True to his nature, he swung at ball four and saved the Professor's proverbial bacon, all the while looking disgusted at himself for his transgression; an expression that bore the odd implication that he could have expected a different outcome. You'd think that career .206/.267/.290 hitters would stop being surprised at such things.
Thankfully, it looks like Richie Sexson only strained his shoulder last night, despite it looking a whole lot worse. In today's UTK, Will Carroll mentions that the bicep tears suffered by Frank Thomas and Dean Palmer flashed through his head when he saw Sexson crumple to the ground after his aborted swing. Me? I saw Dave Dravecky.
I'm no sayer of sooth, but after Derrek Lee looked lost as a drugged kitten in a box full of packing peanuts against Matt Mantei, I literally said to myself, "Gonzo gets a fastball up in the zone and yanks it." I should have crinkled my nose or folded my arms and done the blink-nod, then I could lay claim to some fantastic ability to alter time and space.
But, no, I've chosen the way of the crazy old woman who brings her own tent to the carnival, telling sad sacks galore of their impending true love and boundless riches, all the while giving the Carnie Master a 75% cut of my take so he won't run me off the grounds with a sawed-off shotgun and a pack of starving dogs. Don't be like me, kids. Talk to your career counselor!
Does anyone else just not like watching games being played at the BOB? I don't know what it is, but there's this weird gloomy feeling about the place. I think it's the domification factor, as I get some of that from Miller Park as well (and let's not even talk about "Le Stade").
That's not the whole story, though. I think somewhere in the back of my mind I'm still thinking to myself that Diamondbacks aren't a real team. The Florida clubs engender that same feeling. Unconsciously, I seem to be projecting my belief that Major Leaguers shouldn't play ball in Arizona or Florida beyond the month of March unless they're on a rehab assignment.
I know I should learn to move beyond this prejudice and accept the facts, but I'm curmudgeonly for my age. Besides, I just can't respect a team that purposefully employs purple as one of their colors. Gack!
Having successfully escaped from the desert, the Cubs hop right into the belly of the beast and a four game series in St. Louis. Since the 2000 season, the Cubs are 5-25 at Busch Stadium, and if this team wants to prove it's truly ready for the big time, they need to reverse this trend. Now.
It's Cubs vs. Cardinals, folks. If you're not salivating at the prospect of this series, you're just not alive.