Wow, it has been awhile. I know that because the stockpile of tequila in the liquor has been drained, re-stocked, and drained again. It started with the September to forget and has continued through a brutal winter here in Cubbieland.
And things just keep getting more and more weird out there in the game of baseball. The release of the Mitchell Report. Roger Clemens auditioning in the public eye for the next starring role in The Emperor’s New Clothes, and, sorry Roger, but I would rather see your modern medicine modified wife naked than you.
Sammy Zell is threatening to bring a bit of the 21st Century to the North Side. I have been saying for awhile that they need to leave the field and the outfield walls standing and demolish everything else around it and rebuild the damn thing. Zell seems just the guy to do it.
Good luck with life Scott Spiezio. Like the line from the Blues Brothers, “You don’t have to go home, but you cannot stay here”; Scott, you cannot stay in the Cardinals clubhouse. The man was given a second chance by the Birds and he could not make it work. Tough to really comment on the situation without walking the proverbial mile in his shoes, but you would have to think it is hard to have those types of addictions hanging over your head, have plenty of time and disposable income in your pocket, and a rolodex full of names that can help you with both.
