Sweet Uncle Lou’s Diary: July 30, 2007
Is it me, or is the sun shining a little brighter this morning? My Cocoa Puffs were a little more flavorful, and they cut the roof of my mouth just a little bit less this morning. The prize inside? Well, for all intents and purposes, it was a first-place standing in the NL Central.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Carlos Zambrano has been nothing short of completely tits-out in his last twelve starts. Do you realize he is now first in the Major Leagues to 14 wins? Do you realize how completely absurd he was in July? In six starts, he went 5-1, struck out 34 guys, and posted a 1.38 ERA after only giving up SIX EARNED RUNS in those six starts. He gave up 8 home runs in March and April. In may, it was down to 5. In June, he cut the number to 3. In July, he gave up only 1. I don’t know if it’s possible for one guy to will a team into the playoffs, but Big Z is certainly giving it a shot.
Speaking of getting shot, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Pay attention at the God damn games, and you won’t get wanged in the face with a baseball. If you’re around the Royals, though, anything can happen. That whole place is up for grabs.
The trade deadline is less than 48 hours away, and a lot of Cubs fans were pining for Aaron Rowand. Too bad he hurt himself playing tag. Do we really want a guy who can’t run down a 12-year-old girl without rupturing something? Maybe if the guy had shoulders, he wouldn’t have these problems.
If the starting rotation doesn’t start going a bit deeper and giving the bullpen a bit of a break, heads are going to roll. Look, I understand Rich Hill starts looking over his shoulder at the bullpen and wanting to cry in the fourth inning of every game, but I’m going to be forced to leave him out there at some point. Let him cry it out on his Superman pillow at the end of the game.
Think about this, folks. If we win tonight, we are tied at the top of the NL Central, and we’re a game ahead of the Brewers in the loss column. That means if we go ahead and win out, the Brewers can’t possibly catch us. If that doesn’t make you as happy as a puppy with two peters, I don’t know what will. Enjoy the game tonight. You’d better be as loud as a Trammell fart after he’s been eating hard boiled eggs all day.
-Sweet Uncle Lou
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Wow. That picture of Lou is priceless. That made life worth living today.
I don’t know where you find this stuff Kermit … but that is absolutely the best picture ever. Go Cubs
i still want Rowand.
I bet he’s not even drunk
Not drunk YET.
What do you think he ended up doing with that chick in the red skirt? As everyone knows, the Dread Pirate Roberts never takes prisoners.
“Good night, chick in red skirt. Sleep well. I shall most likely kill you in the morning.”