There's an MLB article out that names the best rookie on each team, and the one from the North side of Chicago is named David Bote.
The painting above is unfinished, a tip of the cap to an adoring Wrigley Field crowd.
Bote's Grand Salami was one of the most memorable hits of any Cub in the Theo Era (or go back as far as you want).
With the team shut out by Max Scherzer and down by 3 with 2 strikes and 2 out in the bottom of the 9th, Bote hit his "ultimate" grand slam, ran around the bases with his arms sticking out like wings and then had his jersey ripped off by his team mates.
He probably gets that callout from MLB based on that play alone.
But he's done other walk offs, and beyond that his smooth play in the infield has been incredible.
18th round pick.
Okay, the Cubs finally get their (and the number of times I've read the following couple words have worn me out) "much needed" day off.
This 30 games in 30 days thing has been nothing short of the Baseball Gods yanking all the puppet strings on this 2018 season.
A mean kid with a magnifying glass and an ant hill on a sunny day.
Yeah, it was much needed 2 weeks ago.
But they'll take it.
And now it's the White Sox.
Surely Ricky Renteria is thinking fond thoughts of his days as Cubs manager and will take it easy on his former team, right?
Adding Jose Quintana in the mix makes this game all the less interesting.
Oh wait, I was listening to an old "My Brother My Brother and Me" podcast that mentioned "opposite day", and it infected my brain.
The next 10 games are all gonna be nail biters with the Brewers 2.5 back.
The Cubs get the Sox (I don't care about their record, because that never seems to matter in these games), Pirates (I'm going next week!), and Cardinals.
What would Pat say?
Fasten those seat belts...
PS: "My Brother My Brother and Me" is something my son turned me on to. Try it.