Goatriders of the Apocalypse

The Full Purpose of this Website is about to be realized

Jason...it ain't Rock Bottom yet.

For all of you who are new here, or are brain damaged like me and have forgot: this site was formed primarily on the premise that the Chicago National League Ballclub was reaching Critical Mass state at the end of 2004. The consensus choice to win the World Series had just blown an entire season, it was year three of the Dusty Baker Era, and it was the reasoned opinion of our esteemed founders that either:

The Cubs would win in 2005, the Earth would crack open, and the seven signs of the Apocalypse would appear:

Or they would not, and the Cubs Braintrust would be forced to completely blow up the product and start fresh.

Of course, nothing like this happened...Dusty schlumped his way through his ENTIRE contract, the team did not rebuild, and the last two years have been, well, stale.

No more.

I am not saying I like this team...far from it. But once you consider the installation of noted Loose Cannon Lou Pinella, the signing of the Best Free Agent Available (under the assumption that he would embrace a new position and a new spot in the batting order, neither of which has, is, or will happen), and the sale of the Tribune and subsequent sale of the Cubs...we are sailing on uncharted waters, my friends. Things are bad, but they are certainly NOT stale.

Now, we have clubhouse meetings where key members of the team are left out. We have braintrust meetings, with the participants emerging from the gloom saying the right things out loud. We have confirmation from actual beat writers that certain key assets of the club have been shopped around, with no takers.

My point today is, that ever since I was old enough to reason, I have always had an idea of How to Run the Team. Up until 2007, my ideas were never, ever, ever matched by the actions of the actual ballclub, and up until now, they have not won a pennant. Have my theories been proven? I dunno, the rules of Arithmetic Logic don't work that way. Just because I say "A" and "B" happens, and "B" doesn't work, doesn't automatically mean "A" would have. Maybe it wouldn't have. Maybe they should have used plan "C" or "D".

Today, however, for the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I am 100%, completely satisfied by the way this team is being managed. I believe that Lou wants what I want...he wants a set lineup. He is willing to make adjustments in the late innings. He has our potential best offensive player in left. He realizes that the right fielder (in Wrigley) is a fielder first and a hitter second.

He realizes that the pitching rotation should not be jacked with, that the current catcher and center fielder are worthless, and most of all, that moves must be made, or else he will just stand up and state that he is too old for this shit, and leave...and that if the braintrust does not want to blow its last opportunity to attract a "name" manager to Wrigley, then they better deliver on what they promised him when he was hired.

There is the Apocalyptic Potential, kids. I figure the Braintrust have the trading deadline to deliver on the promises they made to Uncle Lou, or else he will up and quit on us, which contrary to Jason's earlier post today, will actually be Rock Bottom. This will also be the point in time where a new owner will be finalizing arrangements to take over.

THAT'S when the Seven Goatsmen Ride...

Holy Crap

Roberto being OPTIMSITIC?!?! That's about as sure a sign of the impending end-of-the-world as anything.

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