Monday, June 6, 2011
Brenly, Big Z rip Cubs
Bob Brenly went on 670 The Score this morning and called the men impersonating professional baseball players a “dead-ass” team. This comment comes about 18 hours after Carlos Zambrano went on a post game tangent about the Cubs being a Triple A ballclub. Brenly goes on to say:
“This has been, once again, another dead-ass team. You’ve got some guys that look like they’re just playing out the string, and we’re only in the first (week) of June here, and we know from past experience that Carlos is not one of those guys that can sit by idly and keep his mouth shut and just let things continue to spiral downward. He’s going to express his opinion, he’s going to be emotional about it when he does it … I just think it’s a guy who is frustrated with the way the season has gone, he’s frustrated with the way his teammates have approach their daily business … For me, it’s time. It’s about time that somebody stood up and said ‘Enough is enough. I’m tired of watching this.’"
Well, Brenly hit the nail on the head with these quotes. This isn't another case of Big Z being Big Z. Its a case of the Cubs playing like they don't care if they win or lose and the one player who cares the most, Zambrano, stepping up and saying what needed to be said.
And Brenly was right about most players looking like they just want to play out the season and keep collecting pay checks. Aramis Ramirez, who had to have taken steriods from 2003-2007, is probably the biggest example of this. Others that seem to be just going through he motions include, but not limited to: Carlos Pena (steriods), Alfonso Soriano (steriods), Geovany Soto (pot head), Ryan Dempster (no talent), and even Castro (you're cool).There needs to be more pride in that locker room. And it shouldn't be Big Z's place to say something, but if the manager won't, someone has to.
But this is what you get when you have an ownership group that doesn’t give a shit about baseball and doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing. Ticket prices going up, no leaders in the clubhouse, a manager in way over his head, and a terrible GM with minimal ability to assess talent. That felt good to get off my chest.
Posted by Courtney Stodden at 10:50 AM