Aramis Ramirez is not a leader of men, redux
I'm glad you're all reading, and talking. This is good. A good thing, man. But good lord, I read some things that I never thought I would see here.
Just for the record, I never played pro sports, no. I spent 8 years in organized baseball and 9 years in organized basketball. I earned three varsity letters in high school. Like someone said, that has jack to do with what the Sorianos and Theriots of the world deal with. But I also have several years of college education dealing with the motivations of humans to act the way they act. I also have undergone over a decade of intense psychotherapy, and have read with no exaggeration about half the books they have ever written on the subject. It's fascinating, really, to get to understand why people do what they do. Maybe you think I should have read the other half of the books - or maybe you think I shouldn't have cracked open even a single one of them crazy-assed things.
But maybe, just maybe, you ought to consider the fact that the guys wearing the laundry of your favorite team are just people, have good days and bad days, have egos, rub against each other mentally, and otherwise affect one another. Someone else said if they had won the whole magilla, there would have been leadership. True, we would have talked about it, but, Dude, sorry, it just don't happen that way. If there would have been leadership, they would have won. Stuff just don't happen for no reason. There is ALWAYS a reason why things happen. Like I said, your Manager is fine for regular season leadership, but when the pressure is the greatest, then you have to have active leaders, too. We were hoping that Ramirez was that man. So far, at least, he hasn't shown it in the postseason, and his statements of the past week do NOT lead us to think that IF he gets the chance in the NLDS again in 2009, that things will work any better than they did in 2007 or 2008. That was my point yesterday.
Anyway, another misconception I may (or may not) have caused is that I did not enjoy this season. I enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed any season since 1984, how's that? What that means is, while I enjoyed 8-run comebacks against Colorado and pinch-hit bombs by the Fat Kangaroo like we all did, keep in mind that I tempered my enthusiasm against the notion that all of it meant nothing unless we won a pennant. I have written this column before - if you are a day-to-day kind of person, then the 2008 Cubs gave you more opportunities to cheer than most. But I'm not a day-to-day person, as you are about to see.
The biggest line of garbage from yesterday's comments, surprisingly, was NOT China's assertion that "we just lost six games to six very good pitchers". I had a problem with that, sure, but at least there is a grain of truth there...they were six decent pitchers we lost to. Otherwise they wouldn't be starting in the NLDS. No, the thing that is sticking in my craw now is the comment "All of this for 6 games? It's one week on the regular season schedule."
I'm hoping beyond hope that you meant to say something else, and it just came out wrong. God knows I do that all the time. So I'm giving you the benefit, friend. There's several ways we can interpret this particular comment, and the way I am interpreting it is "I enjoyed watching the 85 wins that we DID get last year, and the 97 wins we DID get this year, and this was just six games we lost. Every game is the same, to me".
Maybe I'm wrong. I HOPE I'M WRONG. I hope to gatdamn hell that isn't what you are saying. Because, come in close here, lemme tell you, come here...
PLAYOFF GAMES ARE NOT THE SAME AS REGULAR SEASON GAMES!!!!
I haven't named names, because I can't look into your heart and head and know for sure what you truly think. But just in case anybody actually AGREED with his/her particular sentiment, I am going to make this plainly clear to each and all of you. Here is the anthem, throw all your hands up, here is my manifesto:
If you truly believe that all games are created equal, that a 5-2 win in April against the Washington Nats brings you as much satisfaction than a win in the NLDS, that Jim Hendry, Randy Bush, Lou Pinella, Larry Rothschild, Alan Trammel, Gerald Perry, and the Cubs players are simply here to provide you entertainment on a day-to-day basis, that there isn't any master plan in place, no higher purpose to their efforts than just whether or not they can win on the day you come in or tune in...
...then I gotta tell you. You're NOT my friend, you're a freakin' mindless, drooling idiot who shouldn't be allowed to touch sharp objects. Your daddy shoulda wore a rubber. Your momma shoulda kept her damn legs closed. I will never buy you a beer, I will never ask you what time it is, and I don't want to share the same air you breathe. I don't want you reading this blog, and I don't want to have to deal with the inanity you might have to spew on the comments.
This is what Political Correctness has wrought. This is what happens when they abolished corporal punishment in the home as well as in the schools. This is what happens when all indiscretions are responded to by the "time out". This is what happens when they started letting kids hit off of a tee, letting coaches pitch to their own players during games, and stopped keeping score during games. A listless, namby-pamby psychologically fragile lot who are utterly incapable of keeping their eyes on the prize. A bunch of emotionally stunted consumers who only have the mental capactity to live for the now, and have no interest in tomorrow.
Go to BCB, go suck up to Al, go rub up against your own kind. The rest of us will stay here, and try to figure out how to fix this gatdamn thing.