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Wednesday, October 1


I'm not telling you guys anything you don't know:

That was good!

I guess the part I liked best, other than Fox catching Bobby the Wifebeater swearing in the 6th, was Fat Sam stealing and trying to stretch singles into doubles. Boy oh boy, he IS the Big Show, isn't he? All of a sudden, he's Senor 30-30 again?

I think the Yankees lost a World Series one year when Fat Babe got caught stealing second to make the last out in the 7th game. I kept thinking about that last night...stupidity!

But I knew Wood was going to win. I secretly thought that this might be the night he pitches a no-hitter, because he was so locked-in. I thought it before the game, but I didn't put it out here, because I was afraid of jinxing him, and old habits die hard, I guess.

Now, I have said all along Cubs In 4. I figured they would lose tonight. Z has not shown me lately that he is ready to go out and pitch a winning game in the playoffs. However, all indications point to the fact that you MAY see the ultimate in Emotional Latino Pitching tonight, because Z is about ready to go off on someone! The sports radio reporters on the scene are basically saying that nobody wants to be in the same room with him, because they are afraid he is going to spontaneously combust.

So, it may not be pretty baseball tonight, but it is gonna be fun. There might be fussin', and fightin', and bleedin', and swingin', and missin', and hittin'.

What I am saying is that I don't expect a win tonight. If we do not, it is not the end of the world. I have every confidence that Prior can beat Maddux, and Clement can beat TBA, in Wrigley.

However, IF Zambrano can win tonight, get back to the guy he was in August, then I will go out on a limb and announce:

No other team has four solid starters, and no other team will beat us in a series the rest of the year.

The Magic Number is 10, Chicago.

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