Sure the game’s not on TV. Sure we’ll have to listen to Ron Santo grunt his way through a broadcast while he ponders just why 83 Hall of Famers hate him so (well, some of them liked him). And sure the game means absolutely nothing. But did you think that would stop us from putting up a Cubs Live! game thread? We’ve been waiting since October 1 to do our next one. So just before noon today I’ll put the thread up and we can get back to what we do best. Making fun of baseball players and occasionally pissing each other off.
A couple things, though. It’s spring, so pace yourself. You don’t want to pull anything in your first game. Also, I’m in the process of fixing it so that we can make creative e-mail addresses again. There’s nothing better than hovering over the link for “Chip Caray” and reading beege-tastes-like-chicken@biggulp.com. That probably won’t be working today, but it will be up and running before opening day. In the meantime you can use the URL box instead.
Santo got the shaft again yesterday, though he was four votes closer this time than last. At this pace he’ll be in, in 2009. Yeah, we’re not counting on it, either.
What is there left to say? The argument has been made. It’s pretty convincing that he ought to be in, but for some reason the support hasn’t been enough.
His son even went out and filmed a propaganda film with one goal in mind, and it apparently won his dad four more votes. At least it’s raised a lot of money for juvenile diabetes research. So it hasn’t been a waste.
It’s telling that the “new” Veterans Committee, made up entirely of the “living members of the Hall of Fame”–as if the dead ones would be voting–hasn’t voted anybody in either time they’ve voted. It’s because they’re a bunch of exclusionary pricks. There, somebody had to say it. Besides, three of them have refused to vote either time. It could be that they think they’re dead, so they don’t think they can vote. Or it could be that they are raging assclowns. My money’s on the assclown theory.
So far, Cubs’ spring training has been pretty quiet. The only guy who’s been hassled so far is Dusty, and that’s kind of fun to watch. I’m not saying his skin is thin, but if they ever need an x-ray they can save money by just holding him up to a floodlight.
So far he’s been questioned about whether or not he really called Sammy after the trade. He’s been questioned about if he knew that practically his entire San Francisco Giants pennant winning team was on the cream, or the clear, or in Livan Hernandez’s case, the cream pie.
Now he’s being questioned about whether he tried to discourage creepy former Cubs’ trainer Sandy Krum from suing the team. If he was going to discourage Sandy from anything, it should have been from getting his hair done by a prison barber. Yikes.
But for the players, so far, it’s been an uneventful camp. We did hear a new rumor today, though, in the Tribune that Ryan Dempster likes to make like Frank the Tank and go, “Streakin’ down to the quad!”
So that’s something. You can see where this is headed. At some point, Ryan will piss off big Carlos who will say, “I must kill the naked man running out on the warning track.” There’s nothing you can do about it. Just kick back and wait for the inevitable fireworks.
The Cubs face the Oakland A’s today, and it’d be nice if they could somehow kidnap Octavio Dotel and bring him back to Mesa after the game. Put Sonny Jackson on it. He’s a sneaky little shit.
Are you like me, are you really excited about the chance to watch Kurt Warner, Brad Johnson or Jay Fielder’s enormous ears holding a clipboard and waiting for the inevitable Rex Grossman season-ending injury?
Rick Monday? Oh, come on, we don’t want Corey to be like Rick Monday do we? Will he suck so bad that we’ll have to stage a stunt where we soak an American flag in gasoline so Corey can save it?
Mariotti puts down the doughnut to give fairly tepid support to Ron.
The Wizard of Roz talks to a disappointed (again) Santo.
Spring training has been quiet and its a nice change of pace. Isnt it nice not having a Sosa watch wondering when he will show up. Speaking of his holiness, I see Sammy’s Baltimore career is off to a great start, he pulled his groin running the bases yesterday and is day to day.
If you look at the first picture in this article while listening to “Over the Hills and Far Away,” whoa….
Rick Monday? I’d settle for him hitting like Tuesday Weld.
Had anybody else heard these “Internet rumors” that Sullivan’s alluding to regarding Dempster’s streaky behavior? I had never heard of that until I read his article.
And I thought he was dismissive of opinion-based Internet chatter.
who is pitching today (I know –for an inning or two)
Rozner is that you? You’re a hack. Stay away from those blogs.
I am pitching today, bitches! Followed by the Tray of Meat!
It was a couple weeks ago that Mariotti mentioned the story, or whatever it is, about Dempster streaking in Lincoln Park. Feb 11, in case the link thingie doesn’t work.
Who needs Spring Training? I’m in midseason form.
It was at Stanley’s and it happened. I was there. He didn’t streak outside but he ran into the kitchen area, stripped down to nothing, and ran a lap around the bar.
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