Posted on 08/22/2014 2:14:29 PM PDT by grundle
... they are tight enough to have fired a number of low-level workers in the offseason or kept their hours under the 130-hour-per-month cap so ownership doesn’t have to pay dreaded “Obamacare’’ insurance for full-timers.
... the great “Tarp Incident’’ of Tuesday night falls under the financial ignorance umbrella for the Cubs. Field workers that were let go, or could have been working that blustery night, but were sent home early (time clock, remember), could have grabbed a couple handles and maybe gotten the big blue sheet over the infield quicker.
As it was, the game was called late at night, in the fifth inning, because of muck, and the Cubs were declared 2-0 winners over the Giants.
(Excerpt) Read more at suntimes.com ...
Steve Goodman wrote many an awesome song (as Arlo Guthrie and John Prine will quickly tell you) and few people realize what a great guitar player he was. He was also the Cub’s #1 Fan.
They nearly made it to the World Series in 1984, losing the playoffs to San Diego...if they had beaten San Diego, they would have had the opportunity to lose another series to Detroit (the AL champions in 1984).
In 1984 Mike Royko wrote a column about how Chicago should win the playoffs because San Diego wasn't enough of a baseball town--the people there didn't care as deeply about the sport as the Cubs fans in Chicago.
And, yes, one radio station in San Diego played "A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request" 24/7 during the period the Cubs were in San Diego.
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed, his friends had all gathered
They knew his time was short
On his head, this put this bright blue cap
From his all-time favorite sport
Told 'em, "It's late, and it's getting dark in here
And I know it's time to go
But before I leave the lineup
Boys, there's just one thing that I'd like to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy-covered burial ground?
"When I was a boy, they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave, the land of the free
And the doormat of the National League"
He told his friends, "You know, the law of averages
Says anything will happen that can," that's what it says
"But the last time the Cubs won a National League pennant
Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan
"The Cubs made me a criminal, sent me down a wayward path
They stole my youth from me, that's the truth
I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
"And then one thing led to another
And soon I discovered alcohol, gambling, dope
Football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis
But what do you expect?
"When you raise up a young boy's hopes
And then just crush 'em like so many paper beer cups
Year after year after year
After year after year after year after year after year
Till those hopes are just so much popcorn
For the pigeons beneath the 'L' tracks to eat"
He said, "You know, I'll never see Wrigley Field anymore
Before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your scorecards ready
Then I'll read you my last request"
He said, "Give me a doubleheader funeral in Wrigley Field
On some sunny weekend day, no lights
Have the organ play the National Anthem
And then a little 'Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye'
"Make six bullpen pitchers carry my coffin
And six groundskeepers clear my path
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
In all their holy wrath
"It's a beautiful day for a funeral
Hey, Ernie, let's play two
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back
And conduct just one more interview
"Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field
Have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt, and
And I'll be ready to die
"Build a big fire on home plate out of your Louisville Slugger baseball bats
And toss my coffin in
Let my ashes blow in a beautiful snow
From the prevailing thirty-mile-an-hour southwest wind
"And when my last remains go flying over the left field wall
We'll bid the bleacher bums adieu
I will come to my final resting place
Out on Waveland Avenue"
The dying man's friends told him to cut it out
They said, "Stop it" and "That's an awful shame"
He whispered, "Don't cry, we'll meet by and by
Near the heavenly hall of fame"
He said, "I've got season's tickets to watch the angels now
So it's just what I'm gonna do"
He said, "But you the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs
So it's me who feels sorry for you"
And he said, "Oh, play, play that 'Lonesome Losers' tune
That's the one I like the best"
Closed his eyes and slipped away
Well, Scotty, it was the dying Cub fan's last request, so here it is
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy-covered burial ground?
"When I was a boy, they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave, the land of the free
And the doormat of the National League"
First game I went to was a Cubs game, Jenkins pitched, vs. Koosman. It was, however, at Shea. Been a Mets fan ever since . . . .(this may sting) 1969 ! Freegards :)
Yes, but the there have been three different “Reds” in Cincinatti. The team that was a founding member of the NL disbanded. The third team didn’t join the NL until 1911.
The other remaining founding team is are the Braves.
I didn’t know that. I thought that traditionally the first regular season game was played in Cincinnati because it had the oldest National League team (and of course the NL is older than the AL).
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