Yesterday we got some interesting news in the Sun Times. No, it wasn’t Carol Sleestak telling us how some drunken Cubs fan keyed her Saab in Wrigleyville. Greg Couch didn’t get his undies in a bunch about a ticket broker, and Rick Telander didn’t one-sentence paragraph us to death about pools of blood in front of the Cubby Bear.

Mike Kiley (aka Sharon Panozzo’s mouthpiece–eww) wrote that the Cubs have until the end of June to notify Chip Caray of their intention to bring him back for next year. I think I speak for everyone (at least everyone with double digit IQs or higher) when I say…

DON’T!!!!

If there is a God in heaven, Chip Caray won’t be back for 2005!

Look, I never wish for anyone to lose their job, especially in this economy, but it’s not like Chip won’t get another gig for next year. Somebody will pounce on that familiar Caray name and sign him to a three year deal. So it’s not about him being able to provide for his family. Besides, from all accounts, the family is imaginary, anyway. Is it a concidence that they hail from Fantasyland, USA–Orlando, Florida?

Chip doesn’t want to be here. He couldn’t even pretend to move the imaginary family to Chicago. They still live in Florida. The last I checked, Florida had two baseball teams (well, one…and the Devil Rays).

The perfect place for Chip to go would be St. Louis. He’s from there, he has family who still live there and you can tell when he does Cubs-Cardinals games that he still likes the Cardinals more anyway. The best part is that Cardinals fans would be stuck with him. Hell, those dopes would eat that stuff up. You don’t think this guy wouldn’t laugh everytime Chip said, “Battlin’ Buccos!”?

What can we do to make Chip go away?

OK, it’s not like we haven’t been trying. Over the years, we’ve developed our own Chip Terror Alert System:

We found a wedding photo of his:

We’ve penned an open letter urging his departure

We’ve heard from his former college roommate.

We’ve even found undoctored photographic evidence of him just being a dumbass:

So today, we’ll make one more case. We’ve already been through the obvious ones.

– Chip’s annoying.
– Chip thinks we don’t like him because he’s not his grandfather. No, we don’t like him because he stinks.
– It’d be nice to have an announcer who doesn’t complain about the length of games, make nine jokes about who got the check at dinner last night, or who shrieks with terror when a fight breaks out on the field or in the stands.
– Chip has been broadcasting Major League games for at ten years and still has no depth perception when it comes to flyballs or balls hit obviously foul. How many times have you seen a guy hit a ball foul and stand at home plate because he knows it’s foul, only to have Chip screech like it’s going to be a double down the line? Pay me a dollar every time he does this and I’ll buy the Cubs before the year’s over.

I could go on and on about his fetishes about “little ground balls”, “rocket shot”, “up, over and across”, “belted” and any number of annoying and forgettable catch phrases. But they’re not the worst part.

Here, in a nutshell is why Chip needs to move on after this season.

He’s long-winded, awkwardly dorky and pedantic. There’s nothing worse than being talked down to by a guy who is less intelligent than you in the first place. Is Chip horrible? No. But he’s the definition of mediocre. He has not one shred of actual talent that would cause him to rise above the median average of baseball announcers. The Cubs have a huge following. We deserve better.

While the Bears are too cheap to hire a real play-by-play announcer, the Cubs actually pay theirs. Just make sure you get your money’s worth next year. We’ll be fair to the new guy. Hell, we were overly nice to Chip for two years.

During last night’s GameCast I promised Jimmy Anderson a pizza if he’d pitch the final four innings and get the save. He did his part. So did I. Thanks to a handy on-line ordering system, I had a large sausage and pepperoni pizza sent from the Papa John’s on Montrose Blvd. in Houston to the Four Seasons on Lamar Street to be delivered to Jimmy Anderson. I even gave a five dollar tip hoping the delivery guy would be motivated to complete the task. Whether Jimmy ever got it is a mystery. But judging by Jimmy’s girth, I have a feeling any pizza with his name on it finds him.

Just how great was last night’s Cubs game? Not only did The Franchise look great (eight strikeouts, no runs in five innings) but the Cubs pounded Roger Clettitte. Then, Big Jimmy came in and threw complete salad up there but the ‘Stros kept tapping the ball to the shortstop.

So now, the bullpen has gotten some much needed rest and The Lawnmower (stiff neck and all–actually, that’ll just make him angrier) climbs the mound tonight.

Derrek Lee’s hitting everything, Todd Walker’s back from his 999 slump, Corey Patterson seems to have adopted some sort of clue and Sammy Sosa and Gruddy are coming back for the weekend. The Cubs are a scant two games out of first place. Oh, and The Franchise is getting stronger every outing.

We said it before, and we’ll say it again. The National League Central had all this time to bury the Cubs, and they didn’t do it. They’ll soon feel the wrath of the NL’s best team. Muahahahahahaha.

Sometime around the fifth inning last night, Steve Stone gave an impassioned defense of the Cubs’ coaching staff. I know I didn’t dream that. He talked about how hard they work, how many hours they put in and how tough it’s been with all of the injuries. If you read between the lines he was defending Gary Matthews job as hitting coach. He picked a good time because the Cubs have been pounding the ball for about eight days now. But to me, it sounded like Steve was getting a little emotional during his speech. That seems a little extreme. Especially since if you defend the Cubs’ staff as a whole, you defend Wendell Kim in the process, and we know he doesn’t deserve that.

ESPN billed it as Cy Young v. Cy Old. It sure looked that way.

How will Dusty find a way to work Gruddy into the lineup? Hey, Dusty finds ways to get Gabor Bako into the games, I’m sure he can find a spot for Gruddy.

Kerry’s 95 percent again. We know how that went last time.

Just how sad are the Sox that this is what they have to resort to, to get some attention? They’re in first place, right? They must be really confident in their ability to stay there.

On the bright side, at least we know who Alex Kaseberg is writing for these days.

Sammy’s 2-6 in his AA rehab. Can’t we just suit him up tonight?

Avani Patel says Bobby Brownlie has a “smoking fastball and a wicked curve”. Somebody get Jim Tocco her e-mail address.

If Jarvis Hayes is the answer, what is the question?

More sandwiches for everybody!

The Sleestak tries to have some fun with the Sox ad campaign. I said “tries.”

Mariotti puts down the doughnut to spin the yarn of five Lakers hanging out in a Detroit bathroom. Great?

Brad Doolittle puts together his top ten list of prospects the Royals should look at in Beltran deals. He says he’d make room for Corey Patterson or Sean Burroughs, too.

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