He's kinda been, I don't know, relegated to the back burner.
Sort of not reliable or consistent or whatever.
Recently I've read Randy Wells may go to the bullpen next year, and it seemed like the tone of whatever I read was like, ho hum, la dee da, Randy Wells is just an afterthought...
I think Randy mighta read that stuff too, because he played like a man who intends to keep that corner office in the Chicago Cubs pitching staff.
I didn't get out of my office til close to 8 or so, and when I turned on the radio Randy had just hit a single with guys on base and got his second RBI off of Adam Wainwright? Implying that he'd already gotten a hit that scored a run?
That's crazy talk.
I turned the dial around to make sure I wasn't on the Sox-loving Score listening to a Sox joke.
But no, the Cubs were beating the St. Louis Cardinals 4-zip in the 4th inning.
And then he proceeded to go 4 more innings giving up only one run on a hit by Matt Holliday and the Cubs beat the Cardinals in St. Louis 7-2. That would be 2 days in a row of the Cubs taking playoff heartbeats away from the Cards.
And I feel awesome.
But not as awesome how THIS made me feel:
Last Friday I'm in the elevator with another guy leaving late. Other guy has a giant vase of flowers. I go to the Other Guy, "Those are really pretty." Other guy goes, "It's our anniversary." And I go, "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY THIS WEEKEND TOO!".
My wife tests me on Important Dates all year long, she never says anything and I'm supposed to remember, right?
It's like a game of Chutes and Ladders, only I could actually die.
"So, honey, I was thinkin'... what do you wanna do Sunday night?"
She'd obviously had a hectic day too because she blows hair out of her eyes but keeps reading the paper and says, "Nothin'."
"You don't want to even go to dinner or anything?" I ask.
Hey wait a min...
I can barely contain my excitement as I nervously half-whisper, "Uhh, do you know what Sunday is?"
Finally she looks up and goes, "What?"
"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WHO'S THE MAN? WHO IS YOUR DEE AYY DEE DEE WHY? I cannot BELIEVE it isn't ME who forGOT! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
I ripped my shirt off and did that thing soccer guys do when they score, falling on my knees and waving the shirt around.
No idea why a soccer thing, I guess I was pretty excited.
But anyway, I've shared the story around. Most guys say I've got a lifetime pass for Forgetting Important Dates, and I have to agree.
And I am STILL in a good mood over that one.
Now, how about a Cardinal SWEEP for the cherry on top?