It’s nice to be
proven right every once in a while about sportswriters being among the dimmer
bulbs in the chandelier of journalism.
The Tribune has a columnist, David Haugh, who knows as much about
baseball as I do astrophysics. Today, he
pretended to be one of the Ricketts’ family, which allowed him to issue an
order to Cubs’ president Theo Epstein: Get Crackin’.
Haugh’s exact
words were “A little urgency seems appropriate for a defending World Series
champion on pace for a historic decline, according” to some website for fans
and sportswriters with too much time on their hands. Ricketts cum Haugh is feeling optimistic, though. He thinks, “History says Epstein’s actions
will belie his words [about not intending to do much before the trade
deadline], and baseball’s best executive will make at least one move that makes
an impact on October.” Such words of
wisdom, I declare.
Of course, it
would have been more impressive had Haugh or one of the beat writers pointed
out during the winter that the Cubs weren’t doing much of anything save for
picking up odds and ends for the back of the starting rotation and
bullpen. What comes around goes around,
bad decisions made in the offseason come back to haunt a ball club come
mid-July. But apparently there was too
much Cub-hoopla back then for a sportswriter to notice. Hence the 43-44 record for the North Siders.
And then I turn
the page to read another columnist’s midseason report. He gave kudos to the Brewers for being “ahead
of schedule” in their rebuild. Really,
you have to post a schedule for this sort of thing? I did not know. Someone tell White Sox GM Rick Hahn to
publish his. That way we can hold him
accountable.
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