The other day, I
mentioned all the good things Larry Himes did as general manager of the White
Sox. He also did one very bad thing,
trading for Sammy Sosa. When he took
over as GM of the Cubs in 1991, Himes compounded his mistake by trading for
Sosa again. Chicago baseball has never
been the same.
One of the
reasons the Sox dumped Sosa, I heard, is that he refused to get with the
program of hitting coach Walt “Let the Top Hand Go Free, My Child”
Hriniak. Talk about two wrongs making a
right. How often does a team trade away
a young ballplayer who goes on to hit 609 career homeruns and yet get no grief
from its fans? How often does a player
hit 545 homeruns for his new team and yet leave behind next to no good
memories? How often does a player like
Sosa come around? Fingers crossed, just
once.
Yesterday, Sosa
gave a blog interview in which he compares himself to someone of a higher
power: “It’s like Jesus Christ when he
came to Jerusalem. Everybody thought
Jesus Christ was a witch [at this point Sosa laughs, maybe because he’s using a
different version of the New Testament than I do], and he was our savior. So if they talk [crap] about Jesus Christ,
what about me?”
Sosa also refers
to Wrigley Field as “my house”; brags that he hit more homers for the Cubs than
Ernie Banks; and claims “I put Chicago on the map.” Truly, we are not worthy.
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