Cubs Report 2002 #1

Alas, the Cubs lost their first game. If there is anybody left out there who pays attention to this diary in any way whatever be prepared for six plus months of agonizingly passionate complaining and cubicle-quarterbacking. Maybe I'll have my own cubicle some time soon, and then I'll be able to play catch with myself and do pitcher-sprints back and forth, a sort of shuttle run or whatever that was called. I always tried so hard at that event in gym, thinking that the turning and stopping evened the playing field, so while I wasn't all so very fast I could stop on a dime better than anybody. That was only in my ego, however, I wasn't anybetter at the suttlerun than anybody else. Anyhow, Fassero was definitely the right pitcher to bring in on Monday, but I must wonder if Baylor has had a life-changing moment during the off season wherein he reevaluates his life's purpose and starts doing yoga & drinking green tea instead of coffee and picks up something occuaptional like smoking for he actually let the pitcher live & die by his own arm rather than overmanaging and convuliting everybody's performance making assessment nearly impossible and therefore having nothing but utter total complete all around confusion as to what to do in September when the Cubs are three games behind with 3 games to go in a tie game in the 8th inning. As sad as I was to see Fassero plunk away, I was glad Baylor didn't pull him. Although Farnsworth might've come on and struck out the remaining side and gotten the Cubs to extra innings and then handing the game over to Alfonseca to get the save in the 10th, Fassero at least died hiw own death and didn't have the internbal satisfaction of knowing that he did what he could without forever the rest of the season wondering if he had had that last batter could he have gotten out of his jam - now he has no choice but to get over it. I know how hard that can be, however... I am Cubs fan.
Wednesday, April 3, 2002
09:51 a.m.
by: adam douglas payne