In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, enter onto The Bottom 126 Willie Greene. Another in a long line of Cubs third sackers who sucked sack. Only Greene managed to do it for a lot more games than many of the other scrubs.

Greene was the third baseman on a 65-97, last-place 2000 Cubs team. And, guess what, Willie? If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. Greene hit a robust .201, with a Corey Patterson-esque .289 OBP while slugging .365. To quote Marmaduke, “Woof.”

But the Cubs’ only other option was Shane Andrews, whose back was about as stable as Windows Vista. Take that, Microsoft! Andrews also had a really bad goatee, if I recall correctly. But this isn’t about Shane Andrews. It’s St. Patrick’s Day. This is about Greene.

Poor Mark Grace. Looking around that infield in 2000 he saw Willie Greene, Ricky Gutierrez, and Eric Young. No wonder the guy got hammered every night. So did the rest of us, Mark. So did the rest of us.

Low Point: August 4, 2000. The hapless Cubs are in a back-and-forth game against the Padres in San Diego. Greene is batting fifth ahead of Damon Buford. I know. Put the noose down. And the gun. And the razor blades. And the microwave. What were you even going to do with that? Greene comes up five times and goes oh-fer, striking out three of those times and leaving three guys on base in the process.

Did You Know? Greene was born in Milledgeville, Georgia, burial place of author Flannery O’Connor. What? At least she sounds Irish!