So long, super Sosa?

The Tribune’s Phil Rogers suggests that it’s not just the toe or the beaning that have slowed Sammy Sosa’s production this year, but that he may well be on the down side of his career. To wit:

Few people seem to have picked up on this, but the increasing rate of injuries and a downturn in performance suggest we very well may have seen his last 50-homer season.

When asked about the critique, manager Dusty Baker of course discounted it, but it makes some sense. More from Rogers:

In the Cubs’ final 41 games last season, Sosa hit six homers in 118 at-bats, finishing the season with 49. He missed nine games with injuries to his neck and back after a collision with Mark bellhorn and seemed to be pressing as he stalled on short of 500 for his career.

When he went onto the disabled list Saturday, Sosa had six homers in 35 games in 2003. It had taken him 122 at-bats to get those homers, including just one in his last 66 at-bats. …

He’s not as reliable anymore. His homer ratio has jumped from one every 10 at-bats to one every 20.

Rogers’ larger point is that this would be alarming except for the Cubs’ surfeit of talented young pitching and in fact may be good for Sosa’s teammates, who might begin relying on each other “instead of always genuflecting in his direction.”

Perhaps. I think Sosa, even if he never has another 50-homer season, will be a solid run producer for at least a couple more years and will probably end his career with the Cubs. That’s fine.

The important thing, as Rogers said, is the pitching. That’s what will make the Cubs a perennial contender. While the Braves may not have had all right the offensive pieces to the puzzle to put together the kind of string the evil, evil Yankees have managed, the reason they’ve won 12 straight division titles is the pitching.

Everything else is kind of interchangeable. You can use the pitching to trade for a run producer, and you can dangle the promise of a bona fide chance, year after year, at a world championship to lure bit-hitting free agents to town.

I hope Sosa is part of a pennant-winning Cubs team and I hope Rogers is wrong. But if he’s right, it’s not the end of the Cubs’ chances. It’s only the beginning.

Monopoly money

Getting on Rod Blagojevich’s good side during the campaign: $85,000.

Helping to fund Blagojevich’s inaugural gala: $100,000.

Getting the General Assembly to pass and G-Rod to sign in a lightning quick four days a law to double your competitors’ rates: priceless.

Way to go, SBC!

Of course, it’s only a coincidence that SBC’s president is Bill Daley, Da Mare’s big bruddah.

O’Hare, O’Hare, oh where will you end?

If the O’Hare expansion legislation being muscled through the General Assembly gets through (and is signed by G-Rod after a very pensive, deliberative two or three hours), it may never end.

The legislation would allow Chicago to expand beyond the 433 acres Da Mare agreed to in his deal with Gov. George “Safe Highways” Ryan.

“We can’t tell today exactly how this airport will turn out because the FAA review isn’t finished,” city lawyer Michael Schneiderman told the Tribune. “We may have to move runways slightly, runway protection zones and change the location of [navigation] beacons. If more land is need, though, it would be just a little more, and a surprise to us.”

You can almost see the guy biting his lip to stop himself from breaking out in fits of laughter. You see, if they need the extra land, it’ll only be a little, and it’ll be a big surprise. And isn’t it odd that Da Mare wants the General Assembly to get this deal done even though the FAA hasn’t even signed off on it yet?

I’m not big on federal oversight, but if the FAA’s supposed to make sure the damn thing’s safe, shouldn’t we make sure the plan’s safe before approving it. You see, it’s get the deal done first, ask questions (which will be ignored) later.

The legislation would also require any pending lawsuits to be removed to friendlier Cook County courts. How convenient!

Happy birthday, Hootie!

Apparently, Darius Rucker, lead singer of Hootie and the Blowfish is also celebrating his birthday today. At least I’d assume he’s celebrating it. Maybe he’s just observing it. How do we really know?

He’s 37. I’m 26. It’s also Dennis Rodman’s birthday. He’s 42.

People tell me it’s a crime

It’s foggy in Chicago tonight. It’s that thick kind of fog that makes the street lights radiate and buzz about. There’s a chill in the air too, tonight.

I walked the dog and smoked a cheap cigar, and I couldn’t tell where the smoke ended and where the fog began. Sport tucked his nose between spots of the wet grass, tracking the hidden scent.

I’m happily, finally tired. I returned home with hands and ears and face cold and wet to the touch. I kissed my wife. And it was good.

Now it’s raining. And the lighting is striking. Good night; good, good night.

We take it, you sold it

The Illinois House Executive Committee today voted 9-3 in favor of giving Chicago’s government the right to immediately condemn land — land currently occupied by 600 homes and two cemeteries — in suburbs surrounding O’Hare International Airport, only to settle the purchase price later.

Euphemistically called “quick take” power, the policy amounts to giving the city the power to say: “We take it, you sold it, and we’ll tell you for how much when we feel like it.”

A study paid for the by the city and performed by a company, Ricondo & Associates — with at least hundreds of thousands of dollars worth in contracts over the years at O’Hare — admitted that doubling capacity at O’Hare under the current reconfiguration plan will lead to even worse delays than there are right now once air travel catches up.

Critics argue that people moving into Elk Grove, Bensenville, Park Ridge, etc. should have known that the city would want to expand O’Hare eventually. The growth of these suburbs was nurtured by O’Hare’s existence, they say, and now they’ve the nerve to complain about expanding it?

If everyone just knew all along that O’Hare would be expanded, why didn’t the city buy up 2,000 acres surrounding the airport back then for potential expansion? In Chicago — or even near Chicago — it’s true that if you turn your back for a minute Da Mare and his pals will rob you blind. It’s to be expected. A few crossed their fingers and took a chance on moving to a nice place. They laid it on the line that they might be left alone.

The gamble didn’t pay off. But you know the house always wins in Chicago.

And if Da Mare has his way — which he probably will thanks to G-Rod — he’ll be the owner of brand-new land-based casino in Chicago proper. You thought the city did a great job fixing the streets? Just wait until you see how they deal black jack.

I’ve got no beef with gaming. I say we make Chicago Bill Bennett’s new favorite vacation spot. But I don’t want Da Mare’s Chicago, or any government entity, running a casino.

It’s bad enough that state lotteries around the country spend millions on advertising designed to convince otherwise hardworking people to shell out their money on the worst odds ever given. People are stupid enough without the government encouraging it.

First the state miseducates you for 14 years, then turns around and tries to tell you “players have more fun.”

Meanwhile, the government gets hooked on gaming revenues and has to feed the beast ever more just to break even. It’s a great deal for everyone concerned, obviously, as long as you don’t mind heavily regressive taxation and dishonest government.

Not that the process is fixed, by any means. Because even if Democrat-controlled Springfield gives a casino license to Chicago, the City Council — aka, the world’s least deliberative body — must still say yea.

And Da Mare said he doesn’t mind at all if aldermen vote their conscience and turn down an outfit-run city — er, city-run outfit. He won’t hold it against them personally or punish them in anyway. He’ll just deprive their residents of new streets, new schools, new cops, etc. Because, gee, what other possible sources of revenue could the city have? He said it, I swear.

One, two, three, four …

… what were we fightin’ for?

The United States may stumble upon something it can claim was part of the Hussein regime’s biological and chemical weapons program, but it turns out that the great intelligence Dubya & Co. told us they had about Hussein’s WMD was a bunch of half-baked nonsense.

That’s the conclusion I draw, anyway, from Seymour Hersh’s excellent New Yorker story, “Selective intelligence.” Rummy didn’t like what the CIA was telling him — or more to the point, not telling him — so he started his own intelligence operation within the Defense Department.

As Hersh himself admits in an interview, there’s no reason the CIA should have a monopoly on intelligence-gathering duties. But this group had some strange ideas about how to do intelligence — namely, that their analysis shouldn’t be constrained by mere known facts.

Hersh puts it this way in the interview:

The Pentagon group’s idea was, essentially: Let’s just assume that there is a connection between Al Qaeda and Iraq, and let’s assume that they have made weapons of mass destruction, and that they’re still actively pursuing nuclear weapons and have generated thousands of tons of chemical and biological weapons and not destroyed them.

Having made that leap of faith, let’s then look at the intelligence the C.I.A. has assembled with fresh eyes and see what we can see. As one person I spoke to told me, they wanted to believe it was there and, by God, they found it.

The Pentagon intelligence group — the Office of Special Plans — also made extensive use of the testimony of Iraqi defectors, which alone is not a bad thing. Defectors of course could be useful in providing tips leading to actual evidence. But the Pentagon group just took the defectors’ word about all sorts of crazy things that have turned out not to be true, such as one Iraqi engineer’s claim that WMD labs were hidden under Iraqi hospitals.

Worse yet, many of the defectors were directly supplied to the Special Plans Office by the Iraqi National Congress, an exile group with obvious political motives that calls into question the caliber of the intelligence they helped gather. Ahmad Chalibi, INC chief muckety-muck, is now a leading candidate for installation by the United States as Iraq’s new benevolent leader.

Of course, now top Dubya administration sources admit that the WMD argument was mostly for show. The real reason why the United States wanted to oust Hussein was to throw its weight around in the Middle East.

My view all along was that even if Hussein’s regime did possess WMD it did not present an undeterrable threat to the United States. And on that basis, there was no compelling reason for intervention that was not greatly outweighed by all the risks of war, yes, but also an unending occupation/nation-building mission as likely to spur even more resentment and hatred among the Mideast lunatic fringe as transform Baghdad into a shining city on a hill.

What can be said? The war was spun. The intelligence for the war was spun. Dubya & Co. think they’re doing God’s work and God don’t mind a little fibbin’ if that’s what it takes to get the job done. Maybe they are. I’m glad Hussein’s out of power. I hope we can give Iraq some semblance of a free country before we get out.

I hope dearly against hope for all of that because it chills me to think of what’s to be feared.

Pickleball!

You loved it in gym class, now experience it online. All right, so the site’s lame. But still … it’s pickleball!

The game was co-created by a U.S. Congressman. Who said politicans were all bad? (Oh, right, that was me.)

Most interesting:

How did Pickleball get it’s [sic] name?

Pickles was the family dog that would chase after the errant balls and then hide in the bushes, thus Pickle’s ball which was later shortened to the namesake of Pickleball.

All righty, then.

Getting paid to write? Huh?

Yes, paid to write and write and write. Two and a half thousand words about financial strength ratings of insurance companies.

Whoa, there. Easy, boys and girls. It will be digital in due time. Until then, make due with this May 5 story on tort reform.

But to some extent this should explain my lack of posting lately, along with the fact I’ve little to say.