OK, the Chicago Cubs are now really and truly for sale. Unfortunately it appears that the group most likely to succeed in buying this futile, ivy-encrusted pig in a poke is a confederation of tycoon-type lickers of Bud Selig's boots. Blech. Also on the list is a group from...Omaha, NE, of all places. Egads.
I thought the point was to BREAK a century-long losing streak, not perpetuate it and hope nobody notices while you're raising ticket prices. Mark Cuban's my man. I have no idea if he knows right field from left, but he's loud, opinionated and a blogger, a young version of George Steinbrenner only with better hair. He suffers fools less gladly than I do (see my profile over there to the right) and I'll bet he's never even been to Omaha.
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