What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
Oh, by the way, Carlos Zambrano is now probably available if you need a cancer in your clubhouse…more on that later.
Ok, Chicago, we here at Dubsism tried to warn you that a disaster was coming in Wrigley Field. The warning signs were all there. First, it was Milton “M-Bomb” Bradley talking smack from the safety of the west coast. Then it was manager Lou Piniella getting into a urinating contest with White Sox color man Steve Stone. And letting the most hated company in America sponsor your Crosstown Cup was just begging for trouble.
Now you got trouble, right there in Windy City; trouble that starts with Z, and that rhymes with P, which stands for the pitcher-turned-volcano known as Carlos Zambrano who finally erupted in the Cubs dugout. Naturally, this effectively shatters any illusions of the Cubs’ having unity, cohesion, or any other redeeming quality usually associated with winning teams.
Of course, to try and mitigate the damage, Zambrano has been suspended indefinitely, which usually means “his ass is on the way out the door.” Now, who would want this mental case who happens to be in the middle of a 5-year, $90+ million contract is anybody’s guess. After all, the Cubs love this sort of deal, but they already have him. In fact, the only other organization we can think of that would love a big-money, big waistline non-performer is the Oakland Raiders.
What The Dubsists Thought…