So it’s come to this. Just over a month remains and the Cubs are locked in a three way tie for the NL Wild Card lead and they’ve left the door open enough for both Houston and Florida to think they have a real shot at ramming their way into the picture, too.

The worst part, is that the only reason they’re in this situation is because the pitching fouled itself on the Wrigley mound the last three days.

You could shrug off Friday’s loss because it was the first in five games and that Roy Oswalt feller is pretty good. Saturday’s hurt because it basically slipped away on one freakish play that should have ended the second inning without a single run coming home. Yesterday was just plain horrendous.

Now the Cubs are off to Montreal for three games where Nomar Garciaparra and E-ramis Ramirez will see little, if any action and the Cubs have never quite figured out the exchange rate in Canada, winning less than a third of the games they’ve ever played there. Never mind the Expos are so banged up that Nick Johnson, Jose Vidro, Alex Gonzalez and Frank Beltran will not play, and that Hubie Brooks and Tim Wallach will.

Then they’re off to Florida where the 2001 season went down the toilet, against a team they haven’t seen since they were gagging away the playoffs last October.

Ooh, this ought to be a fun road trip, huh?

On Saturday night I was driving home late at night listening to some dumbass on Sporting News Radio talk about how Barry Bonds shouldn’t be the MVP because his supporting cast is really good. Among those he singled out in particular are Michael Tucker, JT Snow and Edgardo Alfonso. As soon as I stopped vomiting on myself, I tried to steer into oncoming traffic to just end it all.

Of all people, Matt Clement put things into perspective yesterday, just a couple hours after he added “sore neck” to his list of “please take me out of the game” ailments (most of these ailments are imaginary). Clement said he’d rather be tied for the wild card than three games, or one game behind.

It’s amazing how quickly Cubs fans will go into full, panic mode. Even with three straight losses the Cubs are 8-4 in their last twelve games. That’s not exactly the kind of “slump” that ought to have you crawling out on the ledge. How do you people function in the real world?

“Oh, my god! The toilet’s still running almost a full minute after I flushed! The house is going to blow! Get out! Shriek! Wail! Shriek! Wail!”

“Oh, no, this toast is burned! It’s charred to a crisp! I’ll get cancer from just breathing the air around it! That’s why they call them carcinogens!”

“No! Oh, my god! My car is almost out of gas! I’m going to run out and have to walk home and I’ll likely get gang raped by that group of Jehovah’s Witnesses that are known to frequent this area of town, handing out Watchtowers and boring us to tears with stories of their doorbell worshipping faith!”

Does that seem absurd? Well, so does this.

“The Cubs have lost three in a row! The Farns is out for the regular season! The mighty Giants and Padres have caught up to us! Oh, god, here come the Astros! Nomar’s leg is falling off and now Mia’s back on the continent and they’ll be having leg wearying sex and he’ll get hurt even worse! Dusty’s so dumb he’ll probably use Darren to pinch hit! Mark Prior used to be good, but that was a fluke and now he stinks, he’s basically the white Mike Harkey! It’s over! Oh, god, what did we do to deserve this! Just take me now! Aieeeeeeeeeee!”

I could go on, but we’ve got plenty of time to discuss this between now and October 3. So it’s time for Karry to wrap up his Olympic coverage. He filed this yesterday morning before the closing ceremonies and I can’t say I’m surprised, but I just went down to the employee’s lounge and there’s a drunk guy passed out on a couch down there wearing a diaper, suspenders, black loafers and brown socks…and, there’s a 800 pound yak eating the shrubs in front of the Desipio Tower. God, I hate the Olympics.



Hello again, everybody, it’s your old friend Karry Ling here with my final Olympic report of 2004. In just a few minutes I’m going to get on a plane that makes a handy nine-stop flight back to Chicago. I’m not saying that Desipio is cheap, but the only way I could fly back was to get a part-time job on the crew. And I’m not so sure about how reputable this airline is, it’s called Air Eola. Anybody ever heard of it? You should see the logo on the side of the plane, though. Very Maplethorp.

I’m having a hard time getting ready to say goodbye to Pepe. As most of you remember, it was cheaper to rent a yak in Greece than a car, and so Pepe’s been with me for two full weeks. We’ve shared a lot of memories together. It was with Pepe that I first gazed up on the famous Parthenon, and Pepe and I interviewed a number of famous athletes, most of whom, I actually recognized. Pepe licked Bill Clement, proved to be prettier than Abby Wambauch and scored the only run against the women’s softball team. I’ll miss the little guy.

I wanted to end my Olympics coverage with a bang and I got a chance to interview one of the most decorated women’s soccer players in all the world. And no, I’m not talking about Jonathan Brandis, the kid who played “Martha” in Ladybugs. I actually got an interview with Mia Hamm!

Here’s the transcript.

Karry: I’m excited to have Mia Hamm here with me just hours before the closing ceremonies of the 28th Olympiad here in Athens. That’s quite an honor you got, Mia, you’re going to carry the US flag. That’s got to be pretty exciting.
Mia: Yup.
Karry: You won your third gold medal here this past week, and that has to be pretty exciting.
Mia: Yes, it is. Pretty exciting.
Karry: Uh…so…are you retiring now?
Mia: Well, yes, from international competition.
Karry: I’m sorry, I don’t pay much attention to soccer and the reason for that is that I’m not a 14 year old girl and I don’t like to bore myself to tears. So, I don’t really know what to say except that Nomar’s really good. I mean he’s hitting everything in sight. You’d better not try and get him to leave Chicago after the season. We need him. We haven’t had a good shortstop since like 1965. That’s absurd.
Mia: I think he likes it there. I like Chicago. It’s a fun town.
Karry: I can tell you are all about the fun. Whew! Just electric.
Pepe: Bray!
Mia: Is that a yak?
Karry: Yeah, that’s Pepe.
Mia: Oh, he’s so cute! Can I ride him?
Karry: Sure. Wait, you don’t mean “ride” him, do you?
Mia: I mean sit on his back and have him walk around.
Karry: Whatever works for you.

Anyway, you’ll never guess who got to ride to the airport with Mia and flown back to Chicago?

I had a great time at the Olympics and can’t wait to hit Beijing in 2008! Until next time, America. I’m Karry Ling!

I find that whole thing disturbing.

Isn’t it a good sign that the Cubs are hitting? I mean I know the pitching was crap from Friday on, but if there’s one thing you can count on over the long haul, it’s the pitchers. Stop the panic.

Matt Clement…not exactly “warrior” material.

I didn’t see Lance get hurt, I heard it on the radio and once Ron Santo saw that it hit his hand and not his head, Ron went off on him for laying on the ground. Pretty funny.

Boo hoo, widdle Carlos hurped his knee. Honestly, we should have done that on Thursday.

Rick Morrissey proves he’ll never get it.

The question is whether or not this new bald guy is as good as Hunter Hillenmeyer. And, will anybody ever buy his jersey.

RW might not be ready to get torched by opposing quarterbacks on opening day. Ooh, that’s unfortunate…for Joey Harrington.

I’m just dumb enough to have thought this while watching the Olympics. NBA players have a tough time playing against the “European” style of basketball. They don’t do well against zone defenses, late traps, teams who pass the ball and bring their big guys out on the wings, or teams who can shoot. IF you’re the Bulls (and aren’t you glad you’re not?) why wouldn’t you build your “new” team around those concepts. Some of the pieces are in place. Your guards can both shoot (Hinrich and Gordon), you’ve got athletic wing men with freakish wing spans (Deng and Chandler) and centers who ought to be able to do the Laimbeer “pick and pop” up to about 16 feet (Curry and Davis). You even brought in the chippiest player in the Olympics, Andres Nocioni to help it all work. You trade Dikembe Mutombo for Eric Piatkowski, or somebody else who come off the bench and make some shots and you’ll have a team that can steal enough games to challenge for that perennial sub-.500 eighth spot in the playoffs…right? OK, I guess I am just crazy.

Nomar might miss all three in Montreal. I hear Pepe and Mia are on their way up to see him.

The Bears’ punt returner job is open again. Anybody got the number for Keith Ortego?

Deion Sanders says his comeback is going to be “unbelievable.” What’ll be unbelieveable is if he has more tackles than muscle strains.

Wait, Allen Iverson is the one Olympic men’s basketball player who actually “got it?” What were the odds?

P. King’s Monday Morning Quarterback.

Look out! The Giants might trade for Shawn Estes! Oh, boy, there goes the pennant.

Phil Mushnick is not a big fan of the Olympic hoopsters.

I don’t care what anybody says, I’m a big fan of both Bush twins.

The Kerry girls? Only if you’re into huge schnozzes.

Oops! You don’t have AIDS.

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