Excellence in mediocrity

What follows are some updates for my spite-filled crusade against the Chicago Cubs.

The big news out of Pittsburgh (in the wake of a Stillers bye-week) is that Freddy Sanchez won the National League Batting Title with a final average of .344. Many hearty congratulations to Mr. Sanchez, who becomes the first Bucco to win the batting crown since my all-time favorite Pirate player, Bill Madlock.

For me, though, I'm more proud of the fact that the Pirates officially aren't the crappiest team in the National League Central Division. Nope. That distinction belongs to the Cubbies, who unabashedly charge $70 for a bleacher seat that anyone can take if you get up to take a whiz because you needed to drink four beers just to cope with the awful brand of baseball they play.

I'm especially proud of this accomplishment because, heading into the weekend, the Cubs and Pirates had identical 65-94 records. The Bucs played host to a Cincinnati Reds team that was still mathematically in contention for the Division title. The Cubs welcomed the god-awful Colorado Rockies to Wrigley Field. Still, the Pirates managed to win two of three games from a division rival while the Cubs could only win one game against the hapless Rockies.

Enjoy last place, oh ye Cubs who aren't as good as Pittsburgh. Let that fact sink in, contemplate it fully, then kill yourselves.

In other news, only one wall of our place remains to be painted. Order is gradually being restored. It'll be a tough wall due to shelves, a big-ol couch to move and all the crap that goes with moving a computer desk, but I'm confident we can get it done in an afternoon. After that, it's ceiling time... Still, the end is in sight.