If I told you that one of the Cubs’ starting pitchers wrestled a pit bull, beat the tobacco juice out of his manager, has 15-win stuff, and was described as fearless by Michael Barrett, you’d probably say, “You’re trying to mislead me into thinking you’re talking about Carlos Zambrano, but you’re clearly describing Ted Lilly.” That would wipe that smug look off my stupid face.

The picture is impressive until you realize he's actually trying to CATCH the ball.

The truth is that the Cubs may have the craziest #1 and #2 starting pitchers in baseball. Even if their #2 is really a #4 and their #1 makes other #1’s #2 in their size #34 pants.

Unlike Zambrano with his wild eyes, animated movements, and screaming, fist-pumping mannerisms, Ted Lilly is a more terrifying type of crazy. With Zambrano, you know what you get. If you can’t see that Zambrano is one fender bender away from a murderous rampage, it’s your own fault. Follow the two second rule (four on the highway), drive at a safe distance, don’t look him directly in the eyes, and you shouldn’t have any problems with Zambrano.

Lilly, on the other hand, appears calm and normal on the surface. He’s a quiet guy. In fact, he doesn’t ever open his mouth. Ever. Even when he pitches.

Exert, you zombie!

Probably because it’s harder to grind your teeth with bottled-up rage when you have to open your mouth 100 times a game.

Lilly is that one friend who destroys a vending machine because it didn’t give him correct change. And when he’s done destroying it, he cuts himself with the broken pieces. He’s the guy who you don’t want to tell you’re having trouble with your boss, because he’ll say something like, “I’ll take care of it,” finish his beer, and disappear for three weeks. Along with your boss. He’s the guy who could make his eyes roll back in his head when he was a kid, and when you’d ask him to stop, he wouldn’t, so you got scared and started crying. And once he smelled your tears he got really scary.

But at least he’s on our side now, half of a 1-2 punch that would be as happy throwing you a fastball as he would be hunting you for sport. Hooray?

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