You didn’t think it could happen. You didn’t think I could blame a 6-0 loss on Paul Bako. Well, guess what? I’ll find a way. It might take me until the end of this column, but I’ll come up with a way to pin this on Gabor Paul Bako II. It’s just the kind of guy I am.

And so, the Cubs go into their final off day of the season (thought at this rate, most of October seems like beach time for the Cubs) suffering from a serious case of Scott Downs’ Syndrome.

Five hits in nine innings off salad tossing lefty Scott Downs? This is a true story. In the fourth inning, I hit the mute button on the TV. I just couldn’t take Chip anymore. So I just sat there watching the game in silence. It gave it kind of a surreal feeling. But here’s the worst part. Your brain fills in the commentary. Chip’s doddering, over-simplistic, narcissistic way of announcing a game has branded itself on my brain.

Why do things like this stick in there? You’d like to think that images of Halle Berry, nude, would stick in your mind. No, instead you get things like, “There’s a rocket shot to deep left field! Nomar is under it and there’s one out.” Honestly, it’s going to take years of deprogramming for me to stop cringing at the anticipation of a “little ground ball”, the “Battling Buccos”, tales of how supple Craig Biggio’s tushy is when he comes out of the shower.

This is hell. I know it. In a past life I was a Yankees fan. I got too smug, and when, like most Yankees fans, I was killed while performing autoerotic asphyxiation with a tranny hooker in a Brooklyn motel, Satan sentenced me to eternity as a Cubs fan…with the kicker that Chip Caray would narrate it for me.

Yesterday was not a good day. Not only did the Cubs lose and everybody else in the National League won. (How does that happen?) But we got another happy tale of Sammy Sosa’s exploits. At the beginning of Tuesday night’s game Fox Sports Net showed Sammy in the dugout. Apparently it was a still photo, because in the 11th when the Cubs could have used a pinch hitter, Sammy was back in the penthouse at Lake Point Tower trying to help his wife open the jumbo sized bottle of Advil again.

I don’t mind when you’ve got a bad back and you can’t play and you go home to rest in the comfort of a four million dollar “apartment”, but when you’re less than 24 hours away from being healthy enough to start a baseball game, you could hang around for three hours. It won’t kill you. Even if the trainers tell you you shouldn’t pinch hit, you could still be used as a decoy. You know go stand in the on deck circle and see if maybe Frank Robinson’s senility will kick in in time for him to pull the Expos round headed closer Chad Cordero and bring in the salad tossing lefty that the Cubs can actually hit?

Speaking of Chad Cordero…the Expos know he’s Calvin Schiraldi, right? I mean come on. The kid’s the spitting image. Bad body type, horrific hair cut, hat that’s four sizes too big. Schiraldi was a good rookie once, too…until he went insane in the 1986 World Series and started wetting himself on the mound. And I’ll give young Chad the same advice I once gave Calvin…your ears are not there to hold your hat up. If you hat is resting on your ears…your hat is too freakin’ big. You lummox.


Chad…this is your future…

As for how we can blame last night on Gabor…I’ve got it!
Take another look at the photo of Downs giving Brian Schneider a congratulatory reach around…

First of all, where is that right hand? Hmm? Secondly, lean in and take a good look at Downs.

It’s Gabor! OK, he looks like him. They both are in dire need of a haircut.

Mariotti put down the doughnut this morning to write a thoughtful hatchet piece on the Cubs. After last night, they deserve it. But Jay can never contain himself. Check out this passage.

“It’s safe to say Greg Maddux was disgusted when Baker removed him in the eighth inning. Whatever the proud future Hall of Famer mumbled to the perplexed manager, he did so while shaking his head and flashing an agitated look.”

Since Jay doesn’t actually watch the games, I’m surprised he even knew about this. One of his bathhouse friends must have clued him in. But you could see, plain as day when Dusty came out to get Maddux that Maddux said, “It’s my fault,” and pointed at his chest. He was referring to Gabor throwing a pitchout into center field to make it 4-0. It wasn’t Greg’s fault, though he did make a bad pitch to Gabor…but Gabor didn’t need to throw it at all, much less to Corey. Hey Jay, don’t let the facts get in the way of a non-story.

In that happy eighth inning, Derrek Lee had a Leon Durham moment at first base on a bases loaded grounder and after Mike Remlinger tried to prove to us that he actually saved the team some runs on Tuesday by walking in two runs, he left the field after a two run jack to the mighty Terrmel Sledge and a fan behind the Cubs dugout got on regional TV yelling “You suck!” at Remlinger. Nobody disagreed…not even Remlinger.

And so, the Cubs are now completely out of contention in the Wild Card. The season is over. Major League Baseball has taken the pulse of Cubs Nation and decided to start the playoffs tonight and just skip the last month. Who needs it?

There’s no way the Cubs could make up a half game deficit in four weeks. Because if you can’t beat Scott Downs and Sun Woo Kim Woo you don’t deserve to even be in the big leagues any more. It’s not like the Marlins or Astros or Giants ever lost to a lousy team. Nope.

It’s over. The Expos put a big nail in the Cubs coffin. Oh woe is us.

Dave van Dyck trots out the one-run game theory! Oh, we’ll never get sick of this. Of course, yesterday’s didn’t count because the Cubs lost by six. Further proof that the theory is just aces!

Matt Clement might miss his next start. Or, he could start then beg out once he gives up a run, again. He is, of course, the last Cubs pitcher to actually beat the Marlins.

That mighty Lions’ defense is ready for the Bears. Quick, name two Lions’ defensive players. I came up with Boss Bailey and he’s hurt, so that left me with Dre Bly and nothing.

David Huh on Tommie Harris.

Just how bad is it that Dusty actually outed Sammy by saying he was “available” on Tuesday? Just a hunch, Sammy might not want this on his resume.

Since the Cubs’ season is over and the Bears are going to be horrendous, it’s time for some Bulls’ fever! KC Johnson says that Michael Jordan likes Ben Gordon and had him over for dinner. Of course, MJ liked Jamal Crawford, too.

The Polish Rifle is in town…no, not Ron Jaworski…the other one.

Greg Couch wonders if Ty Willingham’s days in South Bend are numbered. The reason Bob Davie was fired because the program was crumbling…so you give the new guy two years and two games to fix it? Since when did Donald Sterling start running the Irish?

Dusty says the one-run game thing is bunk.

Oooh, Jeremy Roenik and Tony Amonte might be Blackhawks again! When the NHL resumes play…in 2145.

The Wizard of Roz says this year, NFL injury reports will be more accurate. He’s right. We’ve got the season’s first report out today.
BEARS — Linebacker Brian Urlacher (hamstring) probable
Quarterback Jonathan Quinn (phantom limb pain) questionable
Running back Anthony Thomas (bruised ego) probable
EAGLES — Running back Correll Buckhalter (knee) out
Wide receiver Terrell Ownes (complete douchebag) probable

That is informative!

ESPN.com is going to take us inside the Oklahoma football program this year. Wake me up when Jamelle Holloway and Barry Switzer come back. In their orange prison jump suits.

Kelley King is not Peter King’s daughter. You can tell because she once cut her leg and blood came out…not gravy.


By the way, doesn’t this photo of JoePa make it look like he’s trying to get people “Off the lawn! Get off the lawn!”

More hope for the Cubs cause.

Meet Buddy, the hero puppy!

Buddy committed manslaughter…in self defense.

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