I think I'm running low on Clomid, to tell you the truth.You have to be pretty petty to enjoy someone else’s pain. I, apparently, am petty as hell, because watching Albert Pujols limp off the field Saturday was the most satisfying thing I’d seen in a Cubs’ game since…well, I suppose the Scott Rolen-through-the-wickets move the night before was close.

Actually, I’m one of those fans who doesn’t like it when a rivals’ best player goes down. I want my team to beat your team and for you to have no excuses. But as Pujols reached up in vain for an E-ramis Ramirez foul ball, then grabbed his side, I thought of all those red-faced, red-assed Redbirds fans who couldn’t hide their pure joy at the sight of Derrek Lee’s broken wrist replay. I thought to myself, “you know what would be cool? If old Albie is out for a month or two.”

Well, what do you know.

It was kind of a rough weekend for fans of the Satanic Red Fowl.

First, the baseball world was rocked when news out of Texas came that one of the all-time greats was going to be joining an NL Central team, in a move that would inexorably alter the pennant race.  But enough about Phil Nevin.

Roger Clemens announces he’d be dragging his increasing corpulence back to Houston for another run at a wild card for the Astros.

Then, the Cardinals blow a two-run lead in the ninth and lose in the 14th to a team that at the time had a lineup with Neifi Perez, Freddie Bynum and John Mabry in it.  Ouch.

The next day, the world’s greatest 60 year old slugging prodigy tore an oblique muscle and baseball fans all over are just sick about it.

Fans are saying things like, “It’s bad for baseball that Albert won’t be able to make a run at Barry’s single season homer record or Hack Wilson’s RBI total.”  Which translates to, “It’s too bad that a guy using steroids nobody can detect in a urine test can’t break a homer record held by a guy pumped full of more drugs than a syphillitic donkey or an RBI mark set by a raving alcoholic.”  It is too bad.  Boo freakin’ hoo.

The Cubs, proved that they’re still the Cubs, by managing to lose to the Cardinals on Sunday without Pujols.  Instead of capitalizing on it and cutting three games off the lead in three days, instead they cut one game off the lead.  Not that it matters, you could let them cut nine games off the lead and the end of the season won’t change.  Three games against the Rockies at Wrigley, the announcement of a new franchise attendance record and 71 wins.  Hot damn, it’s going to be great.

Yesterday, we went to check out the new Vince Vaughn-Jennifer Aniston movie “The Break-Up.”  I think they should have stuck with the original title, which was going to be, “Wow, check out how fat Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau are now!”  Seriously, It’s a movie in which three of the male “leads” (Vaughn, Favreau and Vincent D’Onofrio) have bigger racks than Jen does.

Is it funny?  It has some genuinely funny moments in it.  But not a ton of them.  It does manage to continue Vaughn’s streak of movies in which he inexplicably ends up with a microphone to about 19.  Those are always funny moments.

I knew the movie was a dud though, when I spent most of my time trying to figure out which Cubs’ games they were at, or were watching.  One of the most prominent ones was Sergio Meat Tray’s gem when the Cubs beat Roy Halladay and the Blue Jays.  E-ramis and Derrek Lee get nice closeups in the game, and you see Jerry Hairston very nearly collide with the right fielder on a pop-up, and I think, though I could be wrong, that the right fielder is Matt Lawton.  Anyway, you see the problem.

Cole Hauser is in it and plays a guy named Lupus, probably a shout out to Timmy Lupus, or maybe Kordell Stewart, I’m not sure.  Jason Bateman plays a guy named Riggleman, which is just wrong.  He should have been Elia, or at the very least Gomez.  Oh, well.

The movie is disappointing.  Jennifer is, as always, very nice to look at, but I found myself not caring if they got back together.  The fact that Joey Adams is still being put in movies made me want to slam my forehead through the back of the seat in front of me.  So far, the only reason she has a career is that she’s slept with Kevin Smith and Vaughn.  What’s next, Brett Ratner?  I shudder to think.

All in all, the movie’s not terrible, but it’s not very good, either.  Len Kasper’s voice is in it a lot, but while Linda Cohn and her enormous gums are in the credits (she’s the SportsCenter anchor the night of Sergio’s game with the Jays), Len goes uncredited.

Actually, come to think of it, you see both of Sergio’s good games from last year, the one against the Marlins and then the one with Toronto.  So unless you’re Sergio Mitre’s mother, there’s really no reason to rush out to see this movie.