You know how when somebody hits a smash to third and the third baseman might even flinch or look away but somehow fields the ball, and you know it’s all luck?
A gift.
If you’re the one watching that happen, you’d say, “Look what I found!” – it literally means the guy had no idea he was gonna make the play and poof! There’s the ball, in his glove.
You learn that saying in Little League.
Well, that’s what happened when the Cubs brought up Geovany Soto.
Because Geovany Soto is the biggest gift I’ve ever seen the Cubs get.
Yeah, he came from the minors and had a spectacular year down there, but I never saw any of that.
I was just watching the Cubs one day and Len or Bob or somebody said, “…and here’s Geovany Soto at the plate.”
And he got a hit.
And then he got another one.
And he threw a out a would-be stealer.
To me, he dropped out of the sky and just…took the catcher position.
Look what I found, man.
Okay, about last night’s miserable 2-4 loss to the Marlins.
I knew that was gonna happen.
Yesterday morning, I was less than 10 seconds from where I park for work, going through that intersection at Stetson and Southwater – it’s sort of underground and there’s all the ramps going up to Columbus?
So I stop at my stop sign and I’m going through the intersection when suddenly this Saturn blasts through without stopping at their stop sign.
I slam on my breaks but it’s too late and Saturn just barely hits me (although she was going way faster than I since she didn’t stop, so it was a jolt).
When I got out of the car, there in the middle of the intersection was my poor license plate with the Chicago Cub frame, all mashed.
Bad sign?
You bet.
And it was really busy so I didn’t have time to get a new one.
But I will this morning, so you know...don’t worry.
