You can’t help but wonder that when Ted Lilly was little, he took some guff because of his name.
“Lilly of the Valley”, “Lilly-Liver”, “Lilly-putian” – stuff like that.
I’d bet that just like Johnny Cash's “A Boy Named Sue”, it worked to help him turn out this way.
He’s a tough guy who once punched out his own manager, he’s got this Clint-like stare on the mound that lets you know he ain’t backin’ down from any damn body, and yesterday he picked a whole Cub team up with both his arm and his bat and just wrecked the Cardinals 12 to 3.
Olson told me to turn on Emily’s stolen radio around 3:30, and I figured it wasn’t working right because I heard a voice saying “Cubs 7, Cardinals 1”.
But it was true.
Went to a meeting and when I got back, it was all done.
I guess the bats really woke up, with Aramis going 4 for 5, and D. Lee and Jones with 3 hits too.
So lets keep it up in Houston, boys.
By the way, when I was little there was a kid in my Boyscout troop with the last name Easter.
His parents named him Happy.
I wonder what ever happened to old Hap?