Because you all care so much, I have a new, important decision to discuss with all of you. It will likely effect all of the readers here at Desipio intimately because it will no doubt have a profound influence on my writing from here on out.

I’ve decided to start smoking crack.

Lots of crack. Enough crack that I’ll look like the white, male Whitney Houston.

It’s the only way I’m going to get through the winter. As Mike Ditka would say, “It is what it is, gang. The Bulls are bad, gang. The Bears season ended when they drilled a hole in Urlacher’s leg, gang. The Cubs think bringing back Neifi Perez is progress, gang. The Cardinals won the pennant, gang. Smoke it up, gang.”

Besides, how bad can crack be, really? It’s just a little bit of cocaine and a lot of baking soda. It’s cheap! Heck, if you light up with a Zippo, your Zippo likely cost more than your high will.

I really see no downside to this.

So now that I’m on crack (or soon will be, because frankly I’ve been down every aisle in Wal-Mart and I cannot find the “crack section”) Desipio is going to get a lot better. I’m going to be like Edgar Allan Poe. You know he was brilliant when he was heroin. I’ll probably be more prolific. I can see this section alone transforming into the Hourly Dose. I’ll have all kinds of fun stuff to “riff” on six or seven times a day. Oh, it’s going to be great.

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Until I can score some crack, though, you’ll have to just settle this.

So Dave O’Brien can’t come work for the Cubs because ESPN doesn’t want to set a precendent of losing a talented brodcaster before the end of his or her contract. What are the odds of that? Is anybody knocking down the door and trying to get Stu Scott? Honestly, if it wasn’t for ESPN DJ Stuey would be doing commercials as the “before” in laser eye surgery ads.

This is ESPN, the same network that thinks putting Skippy Bayless and the constantly spitting visage of Woody Paige on morning TV is a good idea. That wretched show, Cold Pizza, gets worse ratings than Gilad reruns used to.

You know what I’d do if I was Dave O’Brien. I’d get myself fired. Hell, Keith Olbermann tried to do it for the last eight months he was there. Olbermann did everything short of hop up on the desk and pinch one off on camera.

As you know, I was looking forward to having Dave in the booth. He actually reads Desipio. He was drawn to us by a GameCast of the 2002 playoffs we did where I referred to the O’Brien-Tony Gwynn-Jeff Brantley booth as the “Algonquin Roundtable.” He loved the Chip Caray Terror Alert meter.

We started trading e-mails again right after I ran the list of potential Chip replacements and he was on the list.

He had to wait until after the baseball playoffs to interview for the job, and then he was worried that I’d tipped off Ed Sherman because right after he got home he got a call from Ed. You and I know how Ed found out. He read it on Desipio.

But very quickly Dave became the Cubs’ top choice. Dave even promised to me that he’d never bring a guitar on the charter plane with him (something Chip did…often) and that he’d never say “Swung on…belted!” So everything was working out.

Yesterday he e-mailed to say that he’d come to a contract agreement with the Cubs but that ESPN and the Mets hadn’t signed off on it yet. It was our thought that the Mets would be the obstacle. But it ended up being the deep-thinkers at ESPN.

It’s funny how ESPN wants their announcers to be loyal to them, even though in the past 24 months they’ve run Rich Eisen, David Aldridge and Mel Kiper out of town for daring to ask for at-market contracts. This is a network that just hired Eric Collins for chrissakes! Eric couldn’t string a sentence together if you gave him those cheesy refrigerator magnets with words on them.

So now Dave’s stuck in the strange situation of going back to the Mets next year. How do you sign on to your first telecast? “Along with Tom Seaver and Keith Hernandez, I’m Dave O’Brien, the guy who tried to leave for the Cubs!”

I feel bad for Dave because he really wanted the job and would have been very good at it. When you think back on the history of Cubs TV play-by-play guys, the last time we had a coherent lead announcer was before Harry’s stroke. If you add sober to that you have to go back to the early days of Jack Brickhouse before he started to lose his mind. Man, it’s been a while.

Oh, well. We can always send Sammy to console Dave.