About effin’ time.
Bravo, Golden Era committee. Shame on the Baseball Writers of America for sitting on their votes all these years.

That’s right— Hall of Famer Ron Santo. Long overdue.
Just so we’re clear, writers…
Better to say a player hit a home run, rather than he “walloped” or “blasted” or “cracked” it. Home runs are also homers, but avoid calling them “dingers,” “jacks,” ”bombs,” ”taters” and “four-baggers.”
Not that it matters much, as the Cubs are once again out of it… as of April. (via)
Go, Brewers! (begrudgingly)
Cubs Fan Returns Miguel Tejada’s Home Run Ball
Hendry, sign this kid. Have to wonder if Soriano’s more than literally looking over his shoulder. (via MLB.com)

A fellow die hard fan recently remarked that the lowly Cubs are a mere 7.5 games out of first in their division.
“Not insurmountable,” he claimed.
Endlessly snake-bitten with injuries… all-around inconsistent (trending toward poor) play… Perhaps it’s time to consider putting the entire team on the DL until next year.
Not insurmountable… just embarrassing.

“The Dugout” - Norman Rockwell (The Saturday Evening Post cover: September 4, 1948)
Here I was, just joking about giving it a go (well, maybe a little bit serious), and this kid makes it all the way to the prize. How awesome is that, huh?

All is right in Cubs concession world once again.
Have to wonder what Wrigley management was thinking back in ‘82, when they dumped the Chicago-made wieners for Ball Park Franks, which come from Wisconsin.
Wisconsin. Really?
I just pinched myself, and I’m not dreaming. I am, however, now in training…
“Now batting for the Chicago Cubs… the First Baseman, Number 8, Joe Pepitone.”
It figures that a solid, positive profile on Des Plaines native Mike Quade would come from outside the Chicago sportswriting cynicism zone.

So it begins (again)…
Optimism.
Hohokam.
Pitchers and Catchers.
Meaningless Spring Training Games.
Hot Stove Dividends (or not).Pessimism. Optimism.