Damn, homers is easy!
Think about being Corey Patterson. You just trudged in off the field after (gasp!) drawing two walks in a AAA game and you’re feeling pretty good about yourself. Then somebody calls your old Cubs’ teammate Jason Dubois to the office and he finds out he’s going back to the big leagues. Only he’s not going to the Cubs, he’s going to Cleveland because the Cubs traded him for another outfielder. Another outfielder who’s going to be on the big league roster while you sit in a clubhouse filled with guys who clip the Ponderosa Steak House coupons out of the Sunday newspaper.

Another outfielder who was brought in for a less than subtle reason. The Cubs needed somebody to be able to fill in in center field in case the guy who replaced you gets hurt. They needed somebody to use…instead of calling you back up.

Ouch, babe.

That, in a nutshell was the reasoning behind the Cubs’ trade of Jason Dubois for Jody Gerut. Jim Hendry looked at his roster and realized that with Adam Greenberg on the DL and Felix Pie on crutches, when Jerry Hairston suffers his annual broken foot (which, he very nearly did on Saturday when he fouled a ball off the top of his left one) it means Wayne Messmer saying, “Leading off, the center fielder…Jose Macias!” Or it means calling Corey back up from Iowa. Something Hendry doesn’t want to do.

If you’re an optimistic Corey Patterson you figure that the Gerut trade is the Cubs’ way of assuring you the time you need at Iowa to refine your swing and get back in the groove. No sense sending you to Iowa for a week only to have to rush you back to the big leagues, still as screwed up as ever.

Of course, if you’re that optimistic, you probably think you can catch a bullet in your teeth.

If you’re a pessimistic Corey Patterson you see the writing in the wall in big letters:

YOU DIDN’T JUST GET PASSED ON THE DEPTH CHART BY MATT MURTON, BUT BY FELIX PIE, ADAM GREENBERG AND JODY GERUT. THE NEXT TIME YOU PUT ON A MAJOR LEAGUE UNIFORM IT’LL EITHER BE IN ANOTHER CITY OR AT A CUBS’ OLD TIMERS’ GAME.

So, this is bad news for Corey, but at this point, who cares? Corey’s living the life in Des Moines, he’s still getting paid his $3 million salary and he’s living in Des Moines! That’s like making $300 million in Chicago, right? I mean, there’s a reason Warren Buffett still lives in Omaha, and it ain’t the babes if you catch my drift.

Actually, I can’t even catch this drift. I have no idea.

OK, but what does the Dubois-Gerut trade mean for the Cubs? Is it a good deal?

Well, it’s probably not a bad deal. Dubois proved to have one tangible baseball skill. If you throw him a fastball he’ll hit it into the next county. He probably would have been a solid major league hitter if he’d gotten a chance to play every day, but at his best would he ever put together a career as good as say…Jeromy Burnitz? Probably not. And if you’re using Jeromy as your gold standard…uh…aim higher.

Gerut can hit righties, which is a useful skill because most of the pitchers in the big leagues use their right hand to do it. He struggles against lefties. He’s a good defensive outfielder but his range has slowed this year after suffering from Corey Patterson Disease (hey, why should Tommy John be the only guy to get one named after him?) last year and having his ACL repaired.

What is unlikely though, is that Gerut will get too many starts with the current Cubs’ roster. Dusty seems OK with platooning Matt Murton and Todd Hollandsworth, but if you think he’s going to use Gerut instead of Hollandsworth, well, you’re apparently unfamiliar with Dusty Baker. Jody may be 27, but if his best chance of starting over Hollandsworth would be to convince Dusty that he’s actually 37. Maybe he should dye his hair white and use his bat as a cane when he walks around the batting cage? He should drop a vial of liver pills on the clubhouse floor when Dusty walks by. That might prove to Dusty he’s experienced enough to finally put Holly where he is most valuable…the bench.

This is the interesting thing about Dusty. He says he wants to find the role that each player can play best and use him there. It’s a noble gesture and sound strategy. Of course, it’s also complete bullshit. Dusty knows, just like you and I know, that Hollandsworth is one of the best fourth outfielders in the game. He can play left or right and even at his age, you could get by with him in center in a pinch (a small pinch), and most importantly, he’s a tremendous pinch hitter. Those are hard to find and Dusty has a guy who is very good at it. So what does he do? He starts him which weakens his bench (and good managers love to have a guy who can pinch hit because they can pick their spot late in the game to use him) but also exposes a guy who is a decent, but not much more than that, as an overall offensive player to 400 or 500 at bats in a season.

It could be that Jim Hendry is seizing control of the roster. In the offseason he did it with the clubhouse sending Sammy Sosa, Kent Mercker, Moises Alou, The Farns, et al. packing. It looks like he’s starting to do it with the roster.

To his credit, Dusty has started Matt Murton against every lefty the Cubs have seen since he arrived, except for Al Leiter because “Holly needed the work.” And Murton went four for five last night. Sure two of the balls didn’t go past the shortstop, but they still count. The more Murton hits, the more Dusty has to play him and the more he has to play him the more he gets used to playing him and eventually Dusty’s playing a young player and doesn’t even realize it.

Dusty’s like a dog that will only take his pill if you wrap it in cheese. Great, now Jim Hendry is forced to wrap his prospects in cheese!

If you were the boss, and you had to either force or trick your employee into doing what you want him to do, wouldn’t you get a new employee?

Then again, maybe there’s a strange satisfaction in giving yourself a handicap and still coming out on top. That’d be great if this were Sunday afternoon at the Pub-links, instead of a Major League Baseball team.

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I watched some of the Yankees-Rangers game on ESPN last night. Jeff Brantley said the word “hisself” instead of “himself” at least three times in about ten minutes. He’s like a three year old, mulleted hillbilly instead of just a mulleted hillbilly.