Not So Fast

If and when the next baseball season starts, free-agent pitcher Tarik Skubal figures to be a very rich man. Agent Scott Boras will see to it. Things are so crazy that Skubal’s name has even been linked to that most skinflint of organizations, the White Sox. That’s rich, if you’ll pardon the pun. By all means, Sox GM Chris Getz should go shopping for a good free agent or two. But a starting pitcher for ten years at up to $400 million? No, thank you, unless the pitcher is Jason Verlander, age 29. Through age 29, Skubal has 66 total wins; Verlander already had 124 by that time; Max Scherzer had 85. Also worth noting is that Skubal has had two elbow surgeries plus however you term Tommy John surgery. At a minimum, caveat emptor. For me, nope.

Hold Off on the Coronation

The headline in yesterday’s Sun-Times teased: “Why has Caleb Williams emerged as a top-tier quarterback?” Because of his “self-control in the pocket, more accurate passing, quicker reads, [and] better anticipation of defensive coverages,” that’s why. Oops. Check that. The Bears’ qb went out and threw four interceptions Sunday night against the visiting Buccaneers in a 27-24 win decided by a 38-yard field goal from Cairo Santos with time expiring. Did I mention the Munsters also had two fumbles, one of which they managed to recover? NBC did the game on Sunday Night Football. Not a good night for commentator Cris Collinsworth. After Williams threw for two first-quarter touchdowns, Collinsworth was moved to compare him to Joe Montana. Oops, again. And I think it was Collinsworth’s partner, Noah Eagle subbing for Mike Tirico, who waded into the Bears’ stadium saga by saying the Bears were motivated by the desire to provide the best possible experience for their fans. Silly me. I thought winning, interceptions and all, constituted the best fan experience.

You Can Bet on It

Illinois Gov. JB Pritzker is going to run for President; you can bet on it. And he has no intention of running with the label of “the governor who let the Bears move to Indiana” stuck to him. So, if NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell and the Bears’ George McCaskey and Kevin Warren and members of the Illinois General Assembly got together this week, you can also bet Pritzker was more than an innocent bystander. The Assembly’s fall veto session kicks off the week after next; a stadium deal could get done then; if not, by spring. Arlington Heights will be the odds-on favorite for the new Bears’ home, followed by Chicago as a longshot. Indiana? Hoosierville may want them, but the Bears don’t want to go there. And JB Pritzker doesn’t want them to, either.

Who Are They Trying to Kid?

MLB owners offered an unintended bit of levity with their latest CBA proposal. I mean, they can’t be serious, right? On Tuesday, the owners offered to postpone implementing a salary cap until 2028 (Whoopee!) while increasing both the floor and ceiling. It’s the floor that kind of tickles my funny bone. Owners are willing to force the cheapskates in their ranks to spend a minimum $180.2 million on team payroll. Hmm. What that $180.2 million figure means is that ownership—outside of the cheapskates—is confident that floor figure won’t get in the way of their making tons of money. If I can see that, the players can, too. This proposal is headed straight for the trash can.

But Something to Hear

Bulls’ guard/small-forward Norman Powell is either going to have a bracing effect on his new team, or a short stay. Either way, you have to love what Powell said after the Bulls’ 135-105 loss to the Knicks on Wednesday. “Teams are coming at us and looking at us like it’s lunch,” the twelve-year veteran told reporters in postgame remarks. “Like they’re going to get their numbers [game stats] and it’s going to be an easy win. We’ve got to figure out how to” compete. [quote in today’s Tribune story] Powell has gone to the postseason nine years with the Raptors, Trail Blazers and Clippers, winning a championship with Toronto in 2019, so he knows whereof he speaks. The question is, will his teammates listen? For that matter, will the coaching staff and front office appreciate his stating the obvious to reporters? We’ll see.

Nothing to See Here, Really

Talk about your rebuild starting with a thud. The Bulls are 1-7 after last night’s 135-105 loss to the Knicks at the Gah-den. And, yes, the game wasn’t as close as the score might indicate. The visitors gave up 84 points in the first half. What gives? Part of it is the schedule. This is the second time in eight games new coach Tiago Splitter and a roster full of new players have faced the defending NBA champs; they’ve also had to face the Celtics twice and the 76ers once, all losses. Theoretically, things should get better once the schedule softens up. But will it? Rookie forward Caleb Wilson has had his moments (though not last night, scoring just five points) while Josh Giddey and Matas Buzelis seem to be regressing. Not good, especially when the NBA has instituted anti-tanking rules. So, nothing to see now. Later? We’ll see.

Upon Further Review…

I bought the team autographed ball of the 1937 White Sox for a few signatures, including Jimy Dykes’ and Monty Stratton’s and Zeke Bonura’s. But there are others, and they come with a story. Like infielder Tony Piet, a journeyman infielder whose name is pretty much seared into my memory. Piet’s full last name was Pietruszka, which carried a certain cache if you wanted to sell cars on the South Side, which Piet did on Western Avenue with his Pontiac dealership. I can close my eyes and see the neon sign outside his showroom. Or Jackie Hayes, a pretty talented second baseman whose career ended three years later when glaucoma led to eventual blindness. Or pitcher Merritt Patrick Cain, not that he signed his name that way. No, he used his nickname: Sugar Cain. Or Dixie Walker, a 26-year old outfielder who was still playing in the majors ten years later. Walker was a career .306 hitter with 2064 hits to his credit, though that’s not why most people remember him. That offseason, the Sox traded Walker to Detroit, where he played for a season and a half before the Dodgers claimed him off of waivers in July of 1939. The lefty-hitting outfielder found a home in Brooklyn, where hi hit .311with 725 RBIs over eight-plus seasons. But the Georgia-born Walker did not want to play with Jackie Robinson and even tried to organize a player walkout. It didn’t happen. Walker’s autograph appears right below John Rigney’s, with Bonura’s above Rigney’s.