Tuesday, August 01, 2006

 

Manic Depression as a Baseball Team

Being a Cub must be the most schizophrenic, manic experience in baseball. At least with the Pirates and the Royals, you know what you're in for, but the Cubs? Make. No. Sense. Please join me on a fantastical trip through the last week in Cubdom.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 26: Mark Prior, now 0-8, is six innings into a no-hitter when Dusty Baker pulls him. Cubs lose 1-0 in ten innings to the Mets.

THURSDAY, JULY 27: The Cubs fly home, win 5-4 against far-more-talented rival, the St. Louis Cardinals.

FRIDAY, JULY 28: Chicago sends eleven batters to the plate in one inning, hitting for the cycle, to nearly lose it all. Please note, I said nearly: Cubs 6, Cardinals 5.

SATURDAY, JULY 29: Everyone except Greg Maddux forgets how to play baseball. Somehow Cubs are left standing at the end, with a score of 4-2.

SUNDAY, JULY 30: Carlos Zambrano wins his ninth straight decision as the Cubs sweep the Cardinals. If you told me a month ago that the sentence "[PITCHER] wins ninth straight decision as the [TEAM] sweep the Cardinals" would appear in this blog regarding the Cubs, I would have called you a liar.

MONDAY, JULY 31: GM Jim Hendry trades Todd Walker (no surprise) and their second-best pitcher, Greg Maddux, for a hotshot 26-year-old infielder with back problems. Team responds by losing 15-4 to the fucking Diamondbacks.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 1: Four players each hit home runs as Cubs pound Diamondbacks 9-3. Jim Hendry tells the Tribune he might try to get Maddux back in free agency next year.

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