Is Steve Rosenbloom the stupidest baseball writer in Chicago? Seriously. Does he even watch baseball games? Because it seems to me that someone who occasionally writes about the Cubs would be somewhat familiar with the former superstar of their division-rival Cincinnati Reds, Adam Dunn. But if he knows anything about Dunn, certainly he wouldn’t dare try to make the argument that Dunn could possibly be capable of patrolling right field at Wrigley, right?

WRONG.

Its Tuesday, and I have all the answers . . .

If only someone cared enough about your opinion to ask you the questions.

The longer you wait, the cheaper Adam Dunn becomes. As in, half the annual salary of Milton Bradley. Thats the way the Braves are playing it.

Now, why do you suppose that might be, Steve? Hmm? Why do you suppose thirty Major League Baseball GMs have shown little to no interest in Dunn to this point in the offseason? How could that be? I’m wracking my brain to think why all thirty of those GMs might not be interested in throwing a 240-pound mongoloid into their outfield mix. I’ll give you a hint.




Obviously, the Cubs decided they needed a combustible, oft-injured left-handed bat right now, no matter how much they had to overpay.

Nope, they wanted the best outfielder on the market outside of Manny Ramirez. And, as anyone with half a brain knows, Milton Bradley is a better outfielder than even Manny. Manny’s absurd talent at the plate trumps his atrocious defense in the field, though. Dunn doesn’t have that luxury.

Full disclosure: The Braves are also talking about acquiring Nick Swisher from the Yankees, so they might have talent evaluation issues, too.

The same might be suggested about the Tribune’s hiring of you, Steve.

But just for bloguments sake, Dunn hits 40 homers a year; Bradley didnt play even 40 games in the outfield last year. Dunn has driven in at least 100 runs in five of the last six seasons; Bradley has never driven in more than 77 in a season.

Bradley plays the outfield like an actual Major League Baseball outfielder; Dunn plays the outfield like he has Parkinson’s. Also, “blogument”? That word is so blogtarded. Only a bloglodite like you would make up such a blogsensical word. When Blog was handing out the brains, were you blogging your blogpole in the blogthroom?

Isnt that the point of the guy Cubs manager Lou Piniella whined and yelped and begged for?

Wait, did I miss a sentence? Is WHAT the point of that guy? Driving in runs? Playing games? Hitting homers? All of the above? None of the above? I don’t know what in Blog’s name you’re referring to, Steve.

But heres the thing: The part of Bradleys game the Cubs prattle on about favors Dunn, as well, with a career .381 on-base percentage compared to Bradleys .370.

And, assuming both players get 520 at-bats next season, that .011 difference in on-base percentage translates to a whopping six times next season that Dunn will reach safely over Bradley. If you subtract the four times that the opposing first baseman will tell Dunn his shoe is untied, causing Dunn to look down and get picked off, that number is down to two in favor of Dunn. And that’s not considering the fact that you could grow a sequoia tree in right field next year and get the same caliber of defense that Dunn plays.

And as far as some of the stuff youre looking for in the middle of the order, Bradley is eating Dunns pine tar — a .457 slugging percentage compared to Dunns .518 and a 118 on-base-plus-slugging percentage compared to 130.

YOU SEE WHAT HE DID THERE?! INSTEAD OF SAYING BRADLEY IS EATING DUNN’S “DUST,” HE USED “PINE TAR,” WHICH IS A BASEBALL-RELATED TERM! DID YOU KNOW THERE IS NO DUST ON BASEBALL DIAMONDS?

Plus, if the Cubs had signed Dunn instead of Bradley, theyd probably have the best quarterback in the city.

You hear that, Kyle Orton?! YOUR TABLE IS READY!!! Despite your standout college football career and your serviceable, if unspectacular professional football career, you’re not as good as a guy who hasn’t taken a snap in an organized football game since he was a high school senior. Orton, party of one! We’re all out of booths, so I hope this table next to these drunk high school seniors will be sufficient. You’ll be sitting next to the bathroom AND the kitchen underneath this drafty window. Also, the waiter sneezed on your food!

God damnit, Rosenbloom. Stop writing about baseball, so I can try to forget that you exist.