Note: This post was written using my Logitech io Personal Digital Pen. Originally, the underlined words were hyperlinked in HTML but I’m letting that slide this time around.

In spite of what some people might believe, I was not devastated by the Cubs’ final-week collapse. Yes, it was a big disappointment, and certainly this team should have won the wild card easily in Boston Red Sox fashion. It’s hard to get too depressed when the prospects are so bright.

The Cubs’ starting rotation posted the best ERA in the National League, and the nucleus of Prior, Wood, Maddux and Zambrano will be together — and, hopefully, healthy — for at least two more years. Ramirez and Lee gave the Cubs their best all-around corner infielders since the Santo-Banks days of the late ’60s, while Barrett was the best offensive catcher in the National League.

Patterson, in spite of his struggles, showed that the first half of 2003 was no fluke. He still has much room to grow, especially if Baker handles him correctly by encouraging his plate patience and not batting him in the leadoff spot. With Alou’s departure, the Cubs will have a huge opportunity to upgrade in left field to a lefthanded hitter who makes contact and gets on base (Carlos Beltran and J.D. Drew come to mind).

While Garciaparra may not come back, he seems at least willing to consider the Cubs. The other weakness, the bullpen, is easily remediable with several top closers on the market (Hoffman, Percival and Benitez). I believe the Cubs will be willing to push the $100 million payroll mark and Hendry has proven he knows how to put the pieces together.

The biggest question outstanding is Sammy Sosa’s future with the club, given his disappearing act in the final game and apparent dispute with manager Dusty Baker. In spite of what some ignoramuses are suggesting, it’s highly unlikely that Sosa will be traded. In fact, considering that the Cubs would have to pick up most of his very hefty salary and that it’s still possible for him to rebound to offensive decency, it would be an unwise move.

This much is clear, though. In spite of his reputation for being adept at managing clubhouse personalities, Baker has proven himself pretty incompetent at it this year. Judging by Sosa’s comments, Baker obviously failed to stroke the biggest ego in the Cubs’ clubhouse. And Baker failed to step in and make clear to Moises Alou and Kent Mercker that their comments directed at the broadcast booth and umpires were inappropriate. Combine this with Baker’s clearly demonstrated strategic incompetence, and he may have one year left to win with what will no doubt be an even more talented ballclub come spring.

In the end, the Cubs put together their second consecutive winning season for the first time since 1971-72. They actually finished one game better than last year, in spite of all the bad luck (10 games below .500 in one-run games, 25 blown saves, Wood and Prior injured and inconsistent, Borowski effectively injured the entire season). With the right moves, the Cubs could very easily come back to register an upper 90s-win season next year, if not a 100-win season.

The most important point to remember is that this team has shown it intends to be a contender for years to come. Perhaps this season may have served its purpose by clearing away some of the deadwood that has lately occupied the Wrigley Field stands — spectators so spoiled by last year’s success that they’ve booed at the drop of a hat. It was a tough, frustrating year, but it may wind up being a valuable learning experience for everyone involved.

Even good franchises don’t achieve their goals every year. The crucial thing is that the Cubs were — even as late as the game I attended Tuesday night — in a position to make the playoffs. They just didn’t do it. But they can do it next year. Just wait.

In the meantime, I’ll be rooting for my second favorite team — the Red Sox — to finally beat the Yankees. And on the National League side, I’m disposed to root for the Astros for reasons of marital harmony.

Look what just landed in my inbox from the Chicago Cubs:

Great! Now when do Wrigley tickets go on sale for the 2003 Cubs World Series? It’s like rubbing salt in the wound.

My buddy Rob was kind enough to offer me a ticket to join him and two other friends to sit in the first row “dugout box” seats in between home plate and the visitors’ dugout last night. It was the closest I’ve ever been to the action at a major-league baseball game. I shot two rolls of film (you remember film, don’t you?) and once I’ve got prints I’ll scan a few and make them available here.

It’s a real shame the game itself was such a travesty for the Cubs, who lost 8-3. Maddux gave up three two-run homers and that was all she wrote. The Cubs are now tied for the wild card with the Giants, and the Astros trail by only a half game. They must win these next two games against the Reds to have any hope.

UPDATE: I had multiple offers for free tickets to the final two day games against the Reds. I couldn’t afford the time away from work, unfortunately. But after another (What’s the appropriate word here? Let’s try …) disgusting loss today and perhaps more of the same in store tomorrow, I’m glad I had to beg off.

So too, I think, are the folks who clean up the stands after the game. As my brain would have doubtless exploded after LaTroy Hawkins blew another lead with two outs in the ninth inning, they’d have had some messy work to do. See? it worked out best for everybody.

UPDATE II: Here are some photos Rob took at the game.

Only six more to go now.

Take a look at the starting matchups for the upcoming four-game series against the Reds. If the Cubs don’t sweep the series or at least take three of four, they don’t deserve to play in October.

Compared to last September, this blog has been very blase about the Cubs’ scratching and clawing for a spot in the postseason this autumn. It’s not because I don’t care. My wife and neighbors, who must tolerate the occasional and all-too-literal howl of grief from yours truly, are quite aware of how much I care.

Like the boo-birds that have been nesting at Wrigley Field this summer, I probably expect too much from this supremely talented ballclub. I’m satisfied that regardless of what happens, the Cubs will finish above .500 for the second consecutive year for the first time since 1971-72. Still, in spite of all the injuries, this team should have 95 wins by now and be a cinch for the wild card.

Instead, they are doing everything they can to clutch an early golf season from the jaws of a postseason berth. Witness their pitiful series loss to the Mets. This team is what it is. The upsides (great starting pitching and incredible power) scale the greatest heights, and the downsides (mediocre relief pitching and terrible on-base percentage) slink to the lowest depths.

All I can do is root that their strengths will outweight their weaknesses, or just that they’ll do well enough over these last seven games to make the playoffs — where anything can happen. What’s there to say about a game like Saturday’s, where they led 3-0 with two outs in the top of the ninth and lost? Or a game like Sunday’s, where they managed a grand total of three hits off a team that’s 20 games below .500?

Not much, and here it is: Not much.

A Chicago woman is filing a civil suit against William Kennedy Smith — yes, him — in relation to an alleged rape several years ago. Her lawyer is Kevin O’Reilly. Kevin E. O’Reilly, that is.

I first learned of the news on Thursday night, when a producer for ABC News left a voice mail for me saying she was looking for “Kevin O’Reilly, the attorney representing the woman suing William Kennedy Smith.” And Mom said I didn’t have what it takes to be a lawyer!

Having been on the other end of the “let’s call everyone in the phone book with this name” reportorial approach, I didn’t bother to call back, assuming she’d find her target sooner or later and didn’t need to hear back from me.

Surprisingly, she called again a little later and Karen politely told her she had the wrong Kevin O’Reilly. How much of my 15 minutes is left now?

… have way too much time on their hands. Like me, for instance, since I actually spent a few minutes reading this Web site.