All teams say something like, “We just have to pay attention to ourselves and everything’ll take care of itself.” (I think they teach players and managers that line in Pro Baseball Media Talk 101).
But if you’re the Brewers, you’ve been looking over your shoulder for the last month or so, and it’s got to be un-nerving.
Over his 8 or so innings, Carlos Zambrano got more hits by himself than he let the whole Red's team have.
That’s Babe Ruth stuff, man.
And with Derrek Lee suddenly poking out homers left and right, the kids mixing perfectly with the vets, and Mount Alfonso able to erupt at any time…if you’re the Brewers there’s only one thing to say: “S%*@!”
Yeah, there’s that beaten-down, insecure loser voice that I can’t make go away telling me watch out: the Cubs may never even get to first you idiot!
But right now I prefer to listen to the voice saying that August is when the men are separated from the boys – a challenge to both the Cubs and Everybody Else.
It's the voice of calm.
The voice of confidence and experience.
I’m listening to Lou Piniella.
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