Well, it seems that for the most part the Cubs' conversation has turned from goats to stats, which most people associate with numbers.
But even I've learned that luck is buried into stats just like it is in everything.
BABIP (Batting Average on Balls In Play as defined by the guys at FanGraphs) is a cool stat, because it sort of makes luck official.
Here's an article about the Anthony Rizzo for Andrew Cashner trade.
Despite the 3 Ks last night, you've seen Rizzo smack the ball around quite a bit this season, but lots of his shots go right at somebody (like the other day's post with the one-hopper to Lucroy).
The article points out that Rizzo is probably suffering from a case of bad luck.
Conversely, here's what Brewers manager Ron Roenicke said about Tyler Thornburg, the recently called up pitcher who sucked in AAA but was lucky enough to get a start against the Cubs:
"He has been good in relief, he's been really good as a starter. It's hard to explain. I know it's an excuse, but I heard he had the worst luck you could have at Triple-A..."
How'd you like to be lucky Dale Sveum?
His contract runs out in 2015 (the Cubs have an option for '15), so he'll kinda be a lame duck next year unless they extend.
And because Theo Epstein avoided a question about Sveum's future, there are headlines out there like this: THEO EPSTEIN WON'T SAY WHETHER DALE SVEUM WILL BE BACK AS CUBS MANAGER!
So on top of all the crap Sveum's got to put up with, he'll get to answer those questions.
I could do a thousand things about luck, but I only have so much time, and really I just wanted to put that painting up.
But I'll leave you with this.
I got up at the crack of dawn this morning to go out and do my lame but better-than-nothin' walk/run around the park.
I always go in a big circle like a clock.
I come up an alley to get to the park like a T-intersection, and there's a guy right there going the way I wanna go.
What are the odds?
I mean... it's still night.
It's so early we MUST be the only people out.
I'd be either following him or him following me and both are creepy so I go the against the grain, counter clock.
Right when I'm half way - the farthest away from my house I'll get - the black sky dumps a thousand pounds of water on my head.
No drizzle to start, no warning at all.
It's pouring so thick I think I might drown.
I also think: it was bad luck going this way.
I turn around and go the right way home.
But I didn't get struck by lightning.
Pretty lucky, eh?