Hey, hey there Cubs fans, it’s me your friendly neighborhood Gatorade dispenser.
Make that, your not so friendly Cubs dugout Gatorade dispenser.
Gone are the days when pitchers would beat up catchers to take out their frustrations. I’ve never missed Barrett more than I have recently, that’s for sure. A quick message to the Cubs: I am not the reason you are a hot mess right now. Not one bit and I’d appreciate it if you would please STOP beating the crap out of me to make yourselves feel better.
Eight losses in a row and then two W’s. Probably six more to follow to match the previous eight that’s how unpredictable and consistently inconsistent you guys have been. And now Z get’s suspended six games…for bumping the umpire.
Um, excuse me…didn’t anyone happen to catch what he did to me?!?! Hello?
And how about you Demp…how’s that pitching hand feel after punching the CRAP out of me, huh? Feel better now? Think busting up your hand on my lightning rod logo is going to help things? Is that listed in your book o’ tricks “How to get out of a horrible rut”? Don’t think so.
Maybe a little less time getting suspended and losing your crap and a little more time getting timely hits, knocking in some runs and striking some opposing batters out.
I mean, I’m not one to throw folks under the bus, but how about we look around and suggest a few other potential punching bags in the dugout to take your frustrations out on? How about Soto, maybe a backhand upside the head will knock some sense into his sophomore slump of a season. How about a quick right to Lee…maybe be Hoffpauir even…take Lee’s spot and in receiving your first sign from Sweet Lou, your first action is smacking Lee upside his head to maybe rattle something inside that head of his in a place that makes hitting for power and average happen?
Speaking of Sweet Lou, how about since June is coming up, somebody rough up Lou a bit and shake out one of his famous quarter of the way through the season tantrums that always seems to light a fire under your behinds and get those W’s piling up? We’ve seen it before and we win with a bench coach filling in for Lou’s managing….hard to win with our team relying on tantrums from Z, Lilly and potential injury causing moves by Dempster to try and light a fire. C’mon Lou, you and I say hi at least a dozen times a game…slug down some ‘ade, cleanse that pallet and get out there and light a fire, man!
I love being in the Cubs dugout. I dream of a day where I get poured out on someone in celebration of a Cubs World Series. I’ve already been repaired once this season and this beating Z gave me was WAY over the top. I want to be here for you guys, but I can’t continue like this. I’m happy to do my part, but please go back to beating up each other and leave me out of it. In fact, run around the bases so many times we’re destroying teams like the Cardinals and Brewers or please, stick to destroying each other to light that fire and then come see me for a cold beverage after you’ve both come to and the team is on a tear, ripping up the Central.
This team is better than this. We couldn’t have been held together by Rami and DeRo last year, right? It’s time you guys step it up and use that energy in a productive way. Let’s start with the Dodgers. And most importantly, please stop hitting me. Hit the Dodgers, hit the Dodgers pitching, hit each other, hit the bars in Wrigleyville. Whatever it takes. But please, more W’s and less bats and fists to me. I’m not the reason you’re losing. Figure it out fast though because if I have to listen to the Brewers, Cardinals and Pirates dispensers gloat about how awful we are one more time…I’m going to grab one of those bats myself and there’s no telling what might happen then.
In tribute to the NBA playoffs…get the W’s this weekend and beat L.A.! (And it’s hit parade. Not hit gatorade, for crying out loud). Go Cubs Go!