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When someone gets a championship ring of any kind the person that has it normally guards it with his/her life. They’re pretty hard to come by and they don’t get handed out like Halloween candy.

Chicago Cubs pitcher Matt Garza is finding out just how valuable those rings are. Garza was victimized in a robbery in which his 2008 American League Championship ring was stolen.

Sheriff’s detectives are investigating a burglary at the Fresno County home of Chicago Cubs pitcher Matt Garza, a theft that included his 2008 American League championship ring earned while playing with the Tampa Bay Rays.

The ring is valued at $30,000, the Sheriff’s Office said. The burglary happened between the afternoon of Jan. 26 and late Tuesday morning. Garza’s name is engraved inside the ring, which has several white diamonds and one yellow diamond.

Hopefully this story has a good ending.
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It looks like Chicago Cubs fans will have something else to worry about. No, their World Series-less streak isn’t coming to an end, but the well may run dry on Old Style beer being served at Wrigley Field.

According to a published report, billionaire C. Dean Metropoulos fired off a memo to senior staffers shortly after he bought Pabst last year that he wanted to “exit the Cubs deal” in favor of spending more to market Old Style Light.



Pabst’s chief marketing officer Bryan Crowley declined to acknowledge the memo exists as the Chicago Tribune first reported this summer. However, he told The Associated Press in a telephone interview that a contract is set to expire after this season between the Cubs and the company, which also makes Old Milwaukee and Schlitz.

Old Style has been served at Wrigley Field for 61 years so after hearing the rumor about the beer no longer being served there Cubs fans aren’t taking it lightly.

“It’s history, this field and this beer,” said Fred Kist, a 59-year-old suburban Chicago resident who grew up an Ernie Banks home run away from the park. “Wrigley Field will lose something by losing Old Style.”

“I went from vendor to vendor until I found Old Style,” said Pete McCarty of Mobile, Ala., who attended his first Cubs game last week. “To me, that’s Wrigley Field.”

“Not acceptable,” said Jennifer Miller.

The question is now what do the Cubs sell if Old Style isn’t available.

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The concern isn’t whether Carlos Zambrano can be a substantial element for a lackluster ballclub, but it’s whether he can be civilized and accept the role of the finest pitcher in a shell-shocked pitching rotation.

The palpable surmise is, he can’t conduct himself and loses self-control with his typical outbursts and dugout tirades, jawing at teammates amid a feud that eventually turns into barbaric tussles. What we’re watching is a wacko lose his mind and throw tantrums as probably the biggest bust in Cubs history, a ballclub believed to be curse that an untaught fan base blame Chicago’s 104-year championship drought on The Curse of the Billy Goat.

Maybe now, a distraught fan realizes it wasn’t only Steve Bartman’s fault when the disowned fan isn’t permitted to show his face in public without being hackled or violently harassed. The residents in Chicago couldn’t stop criticizing Bartman for the nightmarish disaster that turned rampant when he indiscreetly interfered with the nefarious foul ball he deflected.

But after the latest events of Friday night, another meltdown that could permanently damage his career with his childish immaturity dragging down the Cubs, a ballclub doomed by a downcast era, Zambrano is a toxic waste hovering over a defunct franchise that seems to have no discipline nor the upper hand.

The Rickettes epitaph merely describes in writing, no doubt, that the family’s plans are very elusive and that general manager Jim Hendry, who has dismantled the Cubs, botches personnel decisions in bringing together a group of incredible depth but overpaid, no-good, psychotic busts like Zambrano and the aforementioned cancer Milton Bradley.

It’s curious enough that one of the finest ballclubs is traditionally, in retrospect, the poorest major league organization in baseball and it’s almost laughable for the country to point fingers at the once dignified team in Chi-Town most admired dearly. We are no longer captivated by the Cubs or even crazy about the Cubbies, but in the futility of Chicago baseball, a twinge of misadventures and unethical antics whenever Zambrano takes the mound to behave like a buffoon with no value is destroying the Cubs’ imagery and tearing down the warmth.

This is Zambrano in the aging point of his career misbehaving and carrying on unprofessionally, with no morals or strong judgment to cool down and stay compose while on the mound where he has been unsuccessful. He’s too hot-headed. He’s too petulant. He’s too damn angry. His name is involved in too many incidents, too many on-the-field outburst, too many postgame tirades and too many apologies to clear his name of such infamy but then eventually repeat subsequent actions.

And yet, as it stands, Zambrano has not been blackballed from the majors, but more importantly, the Cubs have not contemplated to potentially void his deal with another $18 million left on his contract — despite that the deal expires after next season when his marketability will be devalued. He almost surely won’t return wearing a Cubs uniform next spring.

It was finally a bit of news for the Cubs, turning all the attention toward the red flags that has inhibited the team from producing quality wins, after he clearly had a meltdown against the Braves and threw at Chipper Jones, which prompted an ejection that sent him into the clubhouse early. There’s no escaping it, there’s no sugarcoating that he can be given possibly a six-game suspension for intentionally throwing at one of the more respected veterans in the game.

The punishment, which should remind him that he’s fortunate still to be a participant in a pitching lineup for a major league team, could change his temperamental attitude or either he’ll self-destruct. The trust in Zambrano reeks and he’s hardly a gracious pitcher that the Cubs now regret ever bringing in and signing to a large contract in a matter of investing too much money.

Under this present state, particularly if this trend continues to be a heavy burden, Zambrano won’t be wearing a Cubs uniform much longer. It won’t be long before he’s released from the Cubs for turning Wrigley Field into a mental asylum, for turning on his teammates and the organization and for his detriment to the team. It’s pathetic enough that he’s a bigger nuisance than an accessory when the Cubs are burned out of the failures that clearly won’t end this decade, maybe not even next decade — but years from now.

Every season, he is losing his mind by carrying himself like a nutcase and not a beneficiary in the pitching department, leaving his teammates and attacking umpires. Every season, he is raging and slamming an unprotected Gatorade water cooler, mad with the world if the game never finishes his way.

This time, he doesn’t believe he’s a cancer, a saboteur amidst the controversy from the recent episode when he stormed off the field and gave up on the Cubs and cleaned out his locker, telling friends he was retiring Friday night after yielding five home runs and getting tossed in a dismal 10-4 loss to the Braves. The worshippers believe Zambrano’s departure would be a less headache, and now it becomes a media campaign, a heinous circus and mystery to see whether or not Zambrano will ever again play as a member of the Cubs.

It is overwhelming and emotional in the aftermath of provoking a benches-clearing altercation and unnecessarily throwing directly at Jones to explode as usual and be a clown, not a mature veteran with excellent leadership qualities. And now, of course, he is not only losing his mind but his capacity entirely and, more than ever, his composure to deal with a dreadful loss finding an egregious outlet to release his anger.

Poorly handling a situation just expose Zambrano’s weaknesses, and sadly, he looks like a childish clown lacking sense as a older player in the league who has plenty of experience and know-how when he produce his best stuff on the mound.

Rarely does he pitch brilliantly, but these days he acts showily and can take on another career in acting by his optimal entertainment to either annoy or fuel the crowd at Wrigleyville that visits one of the oldest ballparks for only the beer, the scrumptious food and the seventh inning stretch singing.

The sense is that Zambrano, once a promising star expected to uplift the Cubs and turn around the groundwork, a component which was lost as soon as Chicago crumbled into a doleful period, regardless of the talent the team brought in to curtail the woes, is ruining his relationship with the Cubs as the team is losing respect for him.

The potential move is eventually coming, a moment when the organization is presumed to cut ties with the irritable and indignant bust. And amid all the rumbling, he certainly has disgraced his name and stature, the way people perceive him and might have dented a long-term contract in the future with other ballclubs as it would be a risky marriage and burden to give a heap of attention to a troubled pitcher, grasping that he can explode at anytime if the team is underachieving.

Not surprisingly, he raises far more questions and, at this very moment, it’s hard to tell how it will all play out. The criticism isn’t too kind these days, as far as it seems for Zambrano and really when he explodes and snaps on the field. He is viewed provocative and dangerous to the human race, an awful role model to children yet he adopted a kid from Guatemala during the All-Star break, criticized by Steve Rosenbloom of the Chicago Tribune.

It can also be an understanding that he’s meticulous when he wants to be, but only when he has the desire to care about leading the club to a win. Otherwise, he’s just the petulant, hot-headed idiot, causing trouble inside the Cubs’ clubhouse by the infighting feuds. It’s not a season that progress without Zambrano losing his temper, arguing with teammates and management while on a short fuse as he is easily combustible, a mannerism that could poison a whole clubhouse if the players aren’t strong enough or able to downplay negativity.

Judging by his actions, he’s a blasphemous, heartless player and worthless to any team’s pitching staff, not in the right state of mind to handle the adversity. He is suddenly easygoing and merciful, ready to repair his image by some accounts, showing true remorse for once in his controversial career?

And so Zambrano tries to seek help from the union, the Major League Baseball Player Association, in hopes to save his name in its entirety when he filed a union grievance against the Cubs. What he has essentially done is asked for a paycheck, now serving a suspension for a minimum 30 days after been placed on the Disqualified List, unable to pocket his $18 million per salary.

That being said, his future isn’t too bright or hopeful with the Cubs and he might be playing elsewhere by next season, as an ugly divorce could separate Zambrano and the Cubs, a bad relationship that turned godawful. And then, if there’s one person unhappy, it’s manager Mike Quade glancing past Zambrano. He, too, has lost patience and tolerance with the deplorable ace who never really was an ace, but an overpaid bust and fooled the Cubs by doing so when Hendry is clearly the one to blame for Zam-Busto’s large salary.

It’s just too often that his tempers flare. And it’s now obvious that the Cubs and Zam-Busto have parted ways emotionally and physically in many ways. He’s not worth the headache for any team.

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Infielder Trevor Gretzky, a seventh round selection in the 2011 MLB First-Year Player Draft, by the Chicago Cubs, signed with the club today. Yes, Gretzky is the son of the Great One, Wayne Gretzky. The offspring of the greatest hockey player in history was selected out of Oaks Christian High School in Westlake Village, California where he was also the football team’s starting quarterback.

“The Cubs are thrilled to welcome Trevor Gretzky to the organization,” said General Manager Jim Hendry. “It was a pleasure working with the Gretzky family on this contract and we are excited by Trevor’s decision to begin his pro baseball career with the Cubs.”


Gretzky, 18, finished his senior season with a .393 batting average (42-for-107), 10 doubles, four triples, a home run and 27 RBI in 31 games for Oaks Christian in 2011. The six-foot, four-inch, 190-pounder recorded a .450 on-base percentage and was nine-for-10 in stolen base attempts. A left-handed hitter and right-handed fielder, Gretzky played first base and the outfield last season.

Trevor had committed to San Diego State University prior to signing with the Cubs.

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It may have taken a while but Mark Cuban brought a championship to the Dallas Mavericks. He could do the same for the LA Dodgers.

Bud Selig is a stubborn man. A gentleman of his age, and I use that term lightly, has trouble adapting to new situations. Selig wants to stick with what he knows well. He wants to turn down that awful sounding auto-tune on MTV and keep that Bing Crosby record on the player.

The Dodgers are now in turmoil but Selig still isn’t going to do a damned thing about it. He doesn’t want Cuban rattling any cages. He likes things just the way they are. Bud Selig is once again ignoring a wonderful opportunity to improve his fading product.

The NFL and NBA are taking over the sport of baseball yet Selig doesn’t mind being a spectator. He has the ultimate power to make a difference but chooses otherwise. It’s as if Batman decided that he wasn’t going to protect Gotham.

Maybe Batman is a bit farfetched for the black-hearted nature of the Bud. However, the amount of power that he consistently fails to utilize isn’t.

Mark Cuban would give fans a reason to tune in to watch Major League Baseball.

In a league where the salary cap exists as much as the aliens at Area 51, Cuban’s spendthrift ways would bring the Dodgers to new heights. He would bring Steinbrenner money with a Hollywood personality. Mark Cuban is LA.

Bringing a major market franchise back to relevancy is no doubt high on Selig’s priority list. Without Mark Cuban, the task becomes significantly more difficult.

Love him (which you should) or hate him, a Mark Cuban led team would draw interest. For fans, half the fun of professional sports is finding teams to root for and against. With Mark Cuban, the casual fan will tune in to see how his team fares.

Creating a buzz around a sport that is dominated by Lebron James TV specials and Tom Brady hair talk is exactly what baseball needs. It’s about time someone ruffled a few feathers. Opinionated, arrogant and brash. What more could the sport ask for?

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This would be the New York Yankees acquiring Ozzie Guillen to be their head coach.

Bud Selig has finally found some steadiness in baseball with steroids becoming a thing of the past.

Admitting that he was wrong for not allowing Mark Cuban to buy the Cubs two years back would take away from the steady path that Selig covets but it would give him plenty of street cred around North America. People would start putting Bud Selig and the game of baseball a bit higher in their books. Hard to believe that this can all happen because of one man.

The amount of excitement that merely talk of Mark Cuban possibly landing an MLB franchise is astounding. The amount of hope a software geek can bring to America’s pastime is evidence in itself. The LA Dodgers going bankrupt is the best thing for baseball if it means that Mark Cuban could be part of the exclusive club.

People get the message. Fans want Cuban in. The only person that doesn’t want to listen is Bud Selig.

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On this heartwarming day, as the raindrops fell softly before a beautiful rainbow glowed overhead at the baseball town known as Cooperstown, maybe it was the endearing, informal speech, or maybe it was his posture when he took the podium humbled, hearing his name enshrined into the National Baseball Hall of Fame.

There were times, of course, when Andre Dawson wasn’t expected of being acknowledged as a Hall of Famer, omitted by many populace devoted to the game of baseball. It’s a rhetorical understanding that he was always disregarded and had to wait nine elections anxiously for a hallowed moment, a chance to feel the intense gratification of having his name engraved at Cooperstown.

In his playing days, he was an endearing star and stood as an admired icon because of his singular exploits and humility as the finest slugger with the then-Montreal Expos during an accomplished era. In a sense, it worked in his favor, becoming merely the 203rd player in the game’s history inducted into the Hall.

“Thank you for welcoming this rookie to your team” said Dawson, who wore a Montreal uniform for 10 seasons before joining the Chicago Cubs as a free agent. “It’s an honor beyond words. I didn’t play this game with this goal in mind, but I’m living proof that if you love this game, the game will love you back. I am proof that any young person who can hear my voice right now can be standing here as I am.”

The words of inspiration alone tells us he was worthy of an incredible award. So each year, the Baseball Writer’s Association ignored the purity and qualifications of Dawson, especially when it’s a game obsessed with numbers and milestones, a trait and symbolic feature recognized all over the baseball society. However, it was a different notion for the man who appeared in the All-Star Game eight times, with 438 homers, 2,774 hits, 1,591 RBIs and 314 stolen bases in a remarkable career, all while serving a 20-year tenure.

Likewise, he acknowledged that the writers have the leverage in votes.

“You don’t hear any negativity about people in the Hall of Fame,” Dawson said. “How voting goes remains to be seen. You (writers) have always been the experts.”

What man gives credit to the writers? Not many players offer appreciation to writers, but more than anything, are critical of a writer’s stance and demeanor. When he arrived as a rookie in 1977, the hippie era including a phase most wore stylish afros, he was marked as a pseudo in the game and left us suspicious whether he was evidently a juicer at threshold of the Steroid Era.

Things have begun to elicit much questioning and skepticism in the caveat of the “dark side,” warning players about the latent repercussions of the usage of performance-enhancing drugs. To this day, he does garner a sense that the game is on the brink of self-destruction and believes the infected era is slowly receding.

“There’s nothing wrong with the game of baseball,” said Dawson. “Baseball will, from time to time like anything else in life, fall victim to the mistakes that people make. It’s not pleasant and it’s not right. Individuals have chosen the wrong road, and they’re choosing that as their legacy. Those mistakes have hurt the game and taken a toll on all of us.

“Others still have a chance to choose theirs. Do not be lured to the dark side. It’s a stain on the game, a stain gradually being removed.”

He slowly sauntered to the podium and microphone, maintaining open forum and absorbed the audience’s attention during his length speech, a touching moment that showed the classiness and humbleness of a deeply honored outfielder in his time. But unfortunately, Dawson’s numbers were trivial by the seductive home run surge of Mark McGwire, Rafael Palmerio, and Sammy Sosa, with the juiced era spoiling it for the innocent and spotless players.


For the first time since exiting the game, he was given an opportunity to be honored as a worthy player of the Hall and diluted an ascending legacy, a moment in his lifetime he was able to cherish as the Cubs and Expos fans roared and applauded a well-deserved athlete. On a pleasant afternoon, he was eulogized and cheered loudly by fans, accompanied by former manager Whitey Herzog, umpire Doug Harvey, broadcaster Jon Miller, and sportswriter Bill Madden, who all shared the moment and were inducted into the Hall.

In what was a touching tribute, his mellifluous public speaking went a long way, comprising of strong messages. In what was a sentimental ceremony, his eloquent words may have enlightened us. The cadence of his heartfelt, genuine speech was simply impressive, delivering a 15 to 20 minute acceptance message. With ailing knees, he stood tall and reflected on a painful career in which he endured 12 knee surgeries to mark a remarkable career.

“The initial impact was early as a result of high school football injury,” Dawson said. “The wear and tear over those 11 years, favoring that one particular knee, caused me to wear out the other knee. As it turned, I think I had eight surgeries by the time I was out of Montreal. I got to the point where I was more or less bone on bone.”


It’s never easy playing on a badly damaged knee that nearly forced Dawson to retire prematurely after his fourth season in the big leagues with the Expos before he returned to somehow write an extraordinary chapter and lasted 21 seasons in the majors. There were times, particularly following games, when he spent ample hours bathing and soaking his troubled knees, finding ways to heal career-threatening injuries.

And if there was one player who endured severe injuries, Dawson was a tough-minded outfielder with eight Gold Gloves, Most Valuable Player, and Rookie of the Year awards. Anytime a player has become one of only three players in major-league history to finish with at least 400 home runs and 300 stolen bases, he’s worthy of the Hall of Fame. Lastly, he’s in the company of Barry Bonds and Willie Mays to reach such a plateau.

As for the worthy ones elected in the Class of 2010, John Fogerty told the Hall of Famers. “You guys belong up here.”

Dawson certainly did.

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On a warm sunny afternoon at Wrigley Field, one of the regal venues in America, the wretched times are still delaying an obliterated franchise, visibly entertaining a bellyaching crowd in attendance mainly for the traditional seventh-inning singing or the expensive taste of beer.

It’s almost overwhelming that much activity hasn’t been seen on Waveland Avenue—oddly enough, becoming a quiet street as a depressed population hasn’t bothered attempting to catch a home run ball dropping into the residential zone. But times are hopeless and pathetic these days, yet devastated fanatics attend games for a fun afternoon at the ballpark and a sense of pleasure and sanity, unconcerned with the Chicago Cubs inferior track record.

In truth, the Cubs fans are burned out of the dreadful crisis, known as a hunted curse, which offers a clearer explanation as to why the Cubs are belittled and tormented religiously. This is a hopelessness issue, especially when the famous Cubbies were sadly scourged and deprived of championship worthiness, in position on several occasions to remove all the long-suffering futility.

Among the downcast perception of Steve Bartman, the most hated man ever who sat in Aisle 4, Row 8, and Seat 113, for infamously interfering with a ball, passionate fans are still showing signs of outrage.

Yes, he pathetically may have cost the worthy Cubs a possible World Series bid. But the faithful cannot have any grudges or point the finger directly at the fellow and disowned supporter—obviously not allowed or welcomed to Wrigleyville even when he has vanished from the public.

And still, this reminds us of an irrelevant team, bringing back memories of a three-game postseason sweep, one of the most heartbreaking collapses in sports, completing a tragic ending in 1969. But even in the modern age, the Cubs are overshadowed and have underachieved in disarray with lousy postseason runs and miserable 162-game seasons.

Maybe we can blame some of the Cubs floundering letdowns on Sammy Sosa—you know—the lying performance-enhancer abuser who confronted the ordeal by fabricating to our society that he took Flintstones vitamins instead of steroids until his name was unveiled from the mysterious list of 104 players.

Maybe we can blame some of the painful headaches on Milton Bradley, the former no-good, brainless, psychotic nutcase. Honestly, he was an enigmatic board game none of us ever figured out, spelling out the word “TROUBLE” instead of consistency and blaming issues on teammates, managerial staff and fans.

Beyond all, there are worse issues unhinging and staining the Cubs, labeled as the chaotic joke of baseball for constituting dugout altercations, postgame rants, bringing in psychotic athletes, and filing bankruptcy as the Tribune Co. had difficulty selling the team to the Ricketts family.

At this time, the Cubs are on a pathetic drought. We haven’t seen the disastrous Cubs win a pennant for decades, including a century when the average team player within the organization is overpaid and underachieving.

It’s really embarrassing that the Cubs are doomed in their 102nd consecutive season without a World Series championship solely blinded by demons and ghost. But even scarier is a horror anecdote, as long-scrutinized general manager Jim Hendry is the overseer in flirting with the farm system or dismantling a horrendous club by trading in valuable talent for uninspiring talent.


When Lou Piniella was hired for the managerial role three years ago, he walked into the Cubs clubhouse at a time of a ghastly calamity and accomplished very little in a brief tenure, suddenly calling it quits after this season.

Now that he’s older and mentally drained, maybe the managerial role is too much of a burden, maybe he’s stressed out and pressured to cultivate a disappointing franchise and has the suspicion that he’s held accountable for the Cubs failures.

But, as Piniella is almost in his early 70s, he announced Tuesday that he was retiring as manager at the end of another mediocre season. While the Piniella era isn’t considered a success, he announced his retirement at a bad time and he hasn’t measured up to standards, considering that he’s absolutely burned out.

As the years progress, Piniella knows he’s almost 67, and that placing a tremendous amount of pressure on his shoulders is very stressful. The timing couldn’t be better to escape the displeasure and turmoil, as the mediocrity and languidness continue to shrivel a once-beloved franchise.

“I couldn’t be more appreciative of the Cubs organization for providing me the opportunity to manage this ballclub,” Piniella said in a statement. “I’ve had four wonderful years here that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. I’ve grown to love the city and fans, but at my age it will be time to enter a new phase in my life. It will enable me to spend more valuable time with my family—my wife, my kids and my grandchildren. God has blessed me to have been able to work this many years in the game that I love.”

By using common sense, Piniella wasn’t coming back next season. He apparently had initially planned to retire in the final year of his contract with Chicago, which expires at the end of the season.

There were episodes of Piniella throwing postgame rants and on-the-field tantrums with umpires, regarding a bad call that forced the long-time skipper to explode in one of his crazy temper outbursts. But in the past seasons, he stopped charging the field frequently and kicking dirt onto the umpires shoes. He mellowed out as a manager with experience and wisdom.

Despite the limitless failures and collapses with the Cubs, he’s worthy of the Hall of Fame for leading the Cincinnati Reds to a miraculous World Series sweep over Oakland and winning his only championship.

Now that he retires as a Cub, he’s remembered for a 0-6 drought that could rupture his legacy or Hall of Fame votes. The ramification, for the Cubbies never having postseason success or vanquishing the miserable World Series droughts, should be canning flawed GM Jim Hendry for his faulty mistakes in wastefully spending enormously and squandering much of the team’s payroll.

Let’s reflect back on the errant investments that backfired in the face of Hendry.


For decades, the Cubs have made cartoonish moves, a resemblance of Tom & Jerry cartoons with all the botched maneuvers exploding in the face of Hendry. He lavished an unproven pitcher, Carlos Zambrano, with $91.5 million based on a strong performance level, but has turned out as an indigent bust.

If anything, he has divided a clubhouse by throwing hissy fits and raging in verbal and physical altercations with teammates. It’s also worth noting that Hendry spent rashly when giving a $136 million deal to an overpaid Alfonso Soriano as a way to salvage his formidable livelihood in the majors. If Hendry is running the business, the upsetting fans will very likely experience a 103-year drought and counting.

“Our goal is to win the World Series,” Tom Ricketts said. “Our goal is to put a team on the field that can win a World Series every year. I can’t envision an era without that and still calling it a success, no.”

And now, it is a good time to dismiss Hendry. It’s the only way the Cubs will ever escape the evil curse that ruins all the endless possibilities of the pennant. Until then, he will construct a franchise with needless baggage and drama, which smears the Cubs of angling towards success.

The troubles aren’t on the field, but in the front office, dating back to the dumbest mistake when he signed a disturbed Bradley last year. The next time we see Piniella, he may likely call it as he sees it from the broadcasting press box after accepting a job offer as a commentator, while the Ricketts should remotely consider roster upgrades and trading for some value. Lastly, terminate Hendry, whose helpless revitalizing dismantled the Cubbies and drew teary-eyed, saddened fans.

Honestly, the franchise’s 100-year drought will never end, unless Hendry is removed as lead executive.

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I’m tired of hearing the name. As citizens and baseball loyalist, our minds should be weary of the one player whose worse than Donald Duck when tempers flare. The childish tantrums have been everywhere, this explains why Milton Bradley has played for seven different teams in his troubling nine seasons.

Nothing has changed after migrating from team to team, presenting the same shameful outrage in Chicago. Although the Cubs are struggling to avoid 101 years of hell, Bradley’s presence curses them as much as Steve Bartman interfering on a catchable foul ball or the black cat crossing home plate. At Wrigleyville, the Cubs have morphed into a dismal frenzy and suddenly the Friendly Confines has divided into the Disgraceful Confines.

They are asking for trouble whenever Bradley is nearby Wrigley Field or even U.S. Cellar Field, where his recent anger outburst occurred, meaning it still happened in Chicago.


The Cubs general manager Jim Hendry was gritty to sign Bradley to a $30 million contract during the offseason, knowing his reputation in the past of irritable incidents on the field and inside the clubhouse. By viewing Bradley’s terrible behavior from previous clubs, it was enough to know that it would continue.

Because of Bradley’s enigmatic demeanor, his talent is enveloped and stashed behind a treacherous attitude, that is spreading rapidly around the clubhouse.


At 31, understand that Bradley will never develop into a remarkable hitter or a premier slugger in the game. He refuses to mature into a well-behaved citizen in Chicago, where the stakes and expectations are high. Think of it like this, as the Friendly Confines worships those who perform well or capable of producing wins, and Bradley could be one of those players who represent the Cubs as a solid hitter.

Instead of individualizing himself as a player, Bradley exchanged words in the dugout with manager Lou Piniella. Since joining the Cubs, negative moods have invoked problems and irritability, frustrated with his offensive failures. On Friday, he went 0-3 and is hitting .237 with five homers and 16 RBIs. But he was furious after the six-inning at-bat, when Piniella removed him from the game. Later, he was seen in street clothes walking to the players’ parking lot. At least, Bradley could have shown more class and acted as a loyal teammate, instead of disappearing from the game. But reports clarified that Piniella sent home the mindless right-fielder after exchanging words. It just goes to show us, he’s a juvenile and sentimental player without a conscience as if he’s baseball’s Terrell Owens, censurable of devilish ire.

At the postgame news conference, Lou Piniella said he threw a rage in the clubhouse. “I told him to take his uniform off,” he said calmly. “He threw his helmet off and smashed a water cooler. I just told him to take his uniform off and go home. I followed him up into the clubhouse and we exchanged some words.”

I’ll take it from Piniella and say it is the second cooler destroyed this year by a Cubs player. Not long ago, pitcher Carlos Zambrano damaged the Gatorade cooler in the dugout when he was livid after being removed from a feeble outing on the mound.

The difference with Bradley is problems occurred with almost all of his previous team. By following the hellish journey of shameless and sinful conduct, the most noticeable incident is when he was suspended five games of 2004 for slamming a plastic bottle in front of a fan seated behind right field. In history, he feels the need to throw items on to the field, such as ’04 when he tossed a bag of balls onto the field, which led to an ejection. Another complexity that follows Bradley insipid disgraceful etiquette is his disheveled mouth, confronting then-manger Eric Wedge in the dugout during spring training.

See, it’s always something with Milton Bradley, a board game that I could quite never figure out.

Wait, there’s more to the board game of Twister and Battleship.

With the Dodgers, he criticized then-teammate Jeff Kent in 2005, saying he was racist and he couldn’t blend with African Americans. If Bradley took a close look in the mirror, there’s a hint. I’m sure Kent maintained distance from his frail temperament, of which he treated as if Kent personally disliked being around him.

And if so, he had every reason to keep a distance of any nonsense. As a member of San Diego, without a doubt Bradley ran into distasteful nuisance and was in the midst of a pennant chase. But idiotic guise cost him the final five games of the regular season, and did not participate in the postseason. When the incident occurred, Padres manager Bud Black stepped in to barricade an irritable Bradley of charging umpire Mike Winters and was eventually spun to the ground by Black, which resulted in a torn anterior cruciate ligament in his right knee.

According to the Chicago Tribune Web site, Bradley says he does have the same rules as his teammates. Well, it could be true, only because of his misbehaving personality that forced Piniella to set stricter guidelines for a moody Bradley. Still, it doesn’t give him assent to throw ludicrous tirades or hissy fits, especially at Piniella, the skipper who was nice enough to place him in Saturday’s lineup.

Point I’m trying to make is that Bradley isn’t worth the disruption. Although Hendry talked about the altercation with Piniella and Bradley before Saturday’s game, still he could be baseball’s idiot. Something else might occur between now and October, I wouldn’t doubt it.

You never know with Bradley.

Josh has been writing since January 2009 and founded FootBasket in April 2009. He also owns the websites, Hardcourt Mayhem and Gridiron Mayhem. For a full bio, check out JoshDhani.com. Follow him on Twitter @JoshDhani

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