Today, the Cubs officially announed the hiring of a guy everyone called Sweet Lou to lead the Cubs to a World Series championship in 2007. Sort of like fantasy baseball, Jim Hendry could hire anyone he wanted to undo the sins of the past almost-century, even Coach K. He wooed Joe Girardi, flirted with Bruce Bochy and finally proposed to Lou Piniella, and only needed to be on one knee, not two. There was a pre-nup agreement though. Lou wants A-Rod, which I'm not sure we have room for in the Friendly Confines (do we provide lockers for egos, or just boomboxes?), but that's for another thought. I'm done being sentimental -- I think we got the right guy. I'd like to see Aramis Ramirez run out some grounders. I'd like to see our bullpen stop being nonchalant. I'd like to see our rookies grow up. I'd hate to see Neifi Perez win a World Series ring.
So we're making a statement, and the good thing about being owned by a media company is that even though your club won only 65 games this year by playing cringingly bad baseball, you'd still always have at least one newspaper, one TV station and one radio station covering your announcements. Usually, the news is just as cringeworthy -- trading for Jody Gerault mid-season, a fly ball bounced off Rammy's head, Kyle Farnsworth kicked a fan and broke his foot, Scott Eyre eats at McDonald's, and so on.
On a day when softball was cancelled because our field is now a catfish farm thanks to all the rain, we could start spreading the news, good news. We'll see just how good next year.
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