Because the Tribune Company is ... how you say? ... bankrupt, no deal is final until a court says it is. The company reached a "handshake" deal with banker Tom Ricketts, but today it was revealed that a new private equity group has submitted their own offer, that is also to the liking of the current owners. The new offer is for a higher total price, but the Ricketts family's offer provides more money up front so that gives them a slight advantage. (Bankrupt companies need cash, after all.)

So now both bids will likely be submitted to the court and the judge will get to choose the Cubs' new owner. The loser gets custody of the Bleacher Bums.

Report: Tribune agrees to second offer for Chicago Cubs [ESPN]

Confined: In 1914, Weeghman Park was built quickly and on the cheap — by the same architect who designed Comiskey Park, only Weeghman was done at half the cost and in two months' time — for the doomed Chicago Whales of the Federal League. Many, many years later, under a new name and with a new tenant, the place became a massive, rollicking Sigma Chi in which one could, if one wanted, occasionally glance toward the green expanse in the middle to enjoy some epochally bad baseball. Wrigley Field is now what passes for a shrine in baseball. It's altogether apt that the ballpark was built on the former site of a Lutheran seminary and just down the street from a German-style beer garden. Wrigley Field now exists somewhere between the twin poles of piety and unholy, shit-faced crapulence. It's fitting, too, that Wrigley was where, in everyone's favorite overrated baseball film, The Natural, Glenn Close chose to stand her white ass up in a shaft of God's own sunlight, not just because the place is famous for its obstructed views, but because in the modern age Wrigley has laid claim to the sort of virginal purity that Close's character idiotically represented. "Wrigley Field," as architecture critic Paul Goldberger wrote in The New York Times in 1988, "is a place that is innocent of instant replay, of vast electronic scoreboards as cluttered with advertising as Times Square, of baseball as a business." It is infallible. A brick-and-ivy pope of a ballpark. This accounts for the hue and cry any time someone reveals Wrigley to be the big, ringing cash register it's always been — when, for instance, the odious Sam Zell suggests selling naming rights to the joint, or when someone cooks up the outrageous idea of playing baseball there after sunset. Don't touch Wrigley, everyone cries out. Leave it be. And meanwhile great hunks of concrete come raining from the rafters.

A story about the fans: A 26-year-old youth-baseball coach goes to a baseball game in October. He is an asset to his community, by all accounts. He is wearing a ballcap and headphones. It is 2003, and this is a very important baseball game, which helps explain why, in a matter of hours, six cop cars will be stationed outside his home for protection, and why the Illinois governor will himself suggest that the young man enter the witness protection program. Steve Bartman is about to become the greatest, non-bovid villain in Cubs history, simply for the crime of making a play on a foul ball that, not incidentally, would've been a routine out in any stadium with enough sense to build some foul territory. But this isn't a story about Wrigley. This is a story about Wrigley's fans — the ones who drove a youth baseball coach and an asset to his community into deep seclusion, the ones who wallow in the subjunctive (what might've happened had Moises Alou come down with the ball?) while blithely ignoring what actually did happen in that Game 6, in that very inning, in fact. What happened was this: Shortstop Alex Gonzalez and his frying pan of a glove booted a dead-certain, inning-ending double-play ball onto Addison Street. The Cubs lost that game because of a bad baseball play, not because fate, in the shape of 26-year-old kid wearing headphones, wanted to consign them to more years of exquisite suffering. Any Cubs fans who think otherwise aren't worth the troughs they have to piss in.

The view from the stands (everything sic'd): "I half expected to find the Ark of the Covenant before I found my seats, and the smell was like taking a Fantastic Voyage inside a penis." (The Gentile Golem) ... "Wrigley Field is a complete dump. I usually don't make it a point to agree with Ozzie Guillen, however, he is right that Wrigley Field needs to be demolished. ... The crumbling upper deck that drops chunks of concrete to the lower levels (a net was installed to protect people), the piss stains everywhere you look, and the absolutely horrendous food that is a blight on Chicago's good name. Wrigley, like the Cubs, is a complete loser." (Erik T.) ... "unless you memorize the stadium layout, you have a 30% chance of purchasing an obstructed view seat. the concourse smells like piss. most importantly, wrigley has its own scalping company, so tickets are absurdly expensive ... the village people perform annually" (Aaron B.)

"My dad took myself and my younger brother to a game in the bleachers (I was 22 and my brother was a naïve 13 year old at the time). About three innings into the game the woman in the row next to us passes out then wakes up abruptly and throws up all over the guy in front of her, I'm talking an explosion that would make the Catalina wine mixer clear out. The woman gets ejected and as she's being dragged out starts slurring "Don't eat the hot dogs! Let me go its your hot dogs that made the throw up! I buy this stadium every game!" The crowd spends most of the inning watching this. One inning later another intoxicated gentleman arrives searching for a seat, he notices the two vomit soaked benches in front of him being the only open seats in the section so of course he should turn away and look elsewhere. Of course not, the guy disinfects the seat with some beer and wipes off the romance with his bare hand, sits down and spends the rest of the afternoon soaking it all in." (Andy S.)

Next up: Angel Stadium. Got any horrible experiences to share? Send them to craggs@deadspin.com.

Anyway, you'll eventually end up hearing a lot more about this game, down the line — and aren't you ecstatic about that? — but because this is the final week until the baseball playoffs start, I'm gonna stick to the NFL. Because, this week, it's something that will make people in Chicago miserable. And they could use some of that.

32. St. Louis Rams (0-3). Fantastic stat from the invaluable St. Louis Post-Dispatch: The Rams didn't reach their opponent's 20-yard line until their 119th play of the season. Earlier in their loss to the Seahawks, they recovered a fumble at the Seattle 23. Three plays later, it was fourth-and-12. And you know what? I still have a fear they'll sweep the Buzzsaw.

31. Kansas City Chiefs (0-3). In lighter times at Arrowhead, Larry Johnson used to make fun of Herman Edwards in press conferences.

At this point, Larry-Johnson-as-Herman-Edwards has to be considered a legitimate candidate to coach the team, doesn't he? I hadn't realized the Chiefs had actually lost 12 in a row. Their next winnable game looks to be Thanksgiving weekend.

30. Detroit Lions (0-3). It has been since 2001 — 2001! — that Matt Millen has been in charge of the Lions. Therefore, it's easy to forget that, back before this destruction all started, he was, in fact, a rather awesome NFL analyst. Weird, right? It seems odd to think that Matt Millen was ever competent at anything. I keep imagining him walking into doors, or peeing in the sink, or putting his pants on backwards.

29. Cincinnati Bengals (0-3). I have found that Cincinnatians (Cincinnatities? Cincinnatiarians?) tend to find it frustrating that the rest of the country mostly just knows them for Pete Rose, racial strife and "WKRP In Cincinnati." I agree that the brilliance of WKRP doesn't make up for the ugliness of the first two ... but man, it's closer than you'd think. I caught WKRP on a rerun while trying not to sleep the other night, and, dammit, that show was funnier than I remembered. That Gary Sandy, too ... what a hunk!

28. Oakland Raiders (1-2). I know it's all settled now, but wouldn't it have been great if Lane Kiffin had just kept winning, like, 10 in a row? Al Davis clearly was going to fire him after his next loss — because Al Davis is fucking insane — and I don't doubt that he would have done it even if the team were 11-1. I hope he never dies. Promise me he'll never die.

27. Houston Texans (0-2). I'm writing this from a suburban Starbucks in Lisle, Illinois, and I have decided that the people who hang out in a Lisle, Illinois Starbucks at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday are the human equivalent of the Houston Texans. Except I can easily ignore the Houston Texans.

26. Cleveland Browns (0-3). I don't think there's ever been an easier preseason pick for Team Everyone Will Grumble About Having To Watch On National Television In November than the Browns. The good news is that Brady is coming soon. By the way, remember that ESPN Magazine piece about how Braylon Edwards was branching out to become a multimedia star? That hasn't quite worked out, even though I see him on my Yahoo fantasy page every day, doing his thing, popping in every once in a while to say, "Most definitely" while our world descends into chaos.

25. Seattle Seahawks (1-2). I swear to God, if this boring, sloppy, uninspiring team ends up sneaking into an NFC West division win again — and I'm pretty sure they will — I'm only watching the WNBA this January. Wait: Does the WNBA play in January? Oh, here's a fun tidbit I learned while reading Athlon's NBA Preview on the plane yesterday: JaVale McGee, the Washington Wizards' first round pick this year, is the son of a former WNBA player. I can't believe I didn't know this. This news stuns me in about 13 different ways.

24. New York Jets (1-2). So, have we decided yet which modern-day aging rock band equivalent this is? An Aerosmith tour? Sex Pistols? Metallica? I tend to think it's kind of like a Smoking Popes reunion. Sure, Favre looks (sounds) pretty much like he used to, but somehow diluted, tired, uninspired, in a way that makes you question his earlier work. But still: It's better than the band being broken up.

23. San Francisco 49ers (2-1). After my "controversial" piece for NY Mag about why the Olympics are sports for people who don't like sports, I have a bunch of people ask me, "OK, wise guy, what does make a real sports fan?" I have no idea, of course, but here's a sign you're not one: If you watched the Emmys the other night.

22. Miami Dolphins (1-2). I had a lot of fun the other day trying to convince a friend of mine that Ronnie Brown was not left handed, making his touchdown toss that much more impressive. I don't know I found this funny; I never even let him in on the "joke." I'm now convinced Leinart should switch to his right hand, though. Can't hurt.

21. Chicago Bears (1-2). Now that the Bears have lost two crushing games in a row, I think Bears fans could use a pickmeup.

Freeze!

20. Atlanta Falcons (2-1). Matt Ryan has the team off to such a nice start that I'm pretty sure he's gonna sign with a European team in the next couple of weeks. It makes sense: I think one Euro is worth about $45,000 right now.

19. The Buzzsaw That Is The Arizona Cardinals (2-1). A friend of mine, who has never had any particular connection to any NFL team, has decided to follow the Buzzsaw this year because he "likes Kurt Warner." I tried to warn him, but to no avail. We get the Jets in East Rutherford this weekend. Either we're gonna finish the easiest part of our schedule 2-2 — and therefore be doomed — or every Jets fan is absolutely going to freak out next week. Losing at home to us is always good for opposing fans' existential crisis.

18. New Orleans Saints (1-2). This is probably a little low, actually. I was thinking of Spike Lee's Katrina documentary the other day, how it started a career resurgence for him that apparently is going to end with the lamentably poorly reviewed "The Miracle At St. Anna." Did anybody else notice him in the bleachers at Yankee Stadium the other night? It's nice to know Spike has a StubHub account.

17. Indianapolis Colts (1-2). Boy, I sure can't wait until the Patriots-Colts game this year, can you? John Madden is going to sound so depressed.

16. New England Patriots (2-1). I know, it's already been played to death pretty much everywhere, but I will never, ever tire of Bill Belichick's "we were competitive in the kicking game" quote. The craziest thing is that it's probably the best compliment Belichick has ever given his team.

15. Tampa Bay Buccaneers (2-1). Brian Griese threw 68 passes Sunday. Brian Griese! 68! It's third-most all time in a single game. So you'd think Brian Griese would be the last person who would go so nuts. But look at the other people who have thrown 68 passes in a game: Drew Bledsoe, Vinny Testaverde, George Blanda and Jon Kitna. That's not THAT far off, is it? The college football record, by the way, is Drew Brees' 83 passes, on my 23rd birthday. And his mom is still not impressed.

14. Minnesota Vikings (1-2). You'd have to think that by now, even if Gus Frerotte ends up getting hurt (and no idea how that might happen), Tavaris Jackson won't be quarterbacking this team anymore. The other backup is John David Booty, who I hope ends up starting, so he become the third USC quarterback with a lead job in the NFL who isn't Matt Leinart.

13. San Diego Chargers (1-2). Couldn't possibly agree with Drew more: I am really going to have to watch Philip Rivers — THAT guy? — become one of the best quarterbacks in the NFL over the next few years? I'm trying to think of a less likable quarterback, and the best I can come up with is the heyday of Kerry Collins. Who, of course, everybody kind of likes now.

12. Washington Redskins (2-1)). I think it's funny when people still have active MySpace pages; not to sound like a social networking nerd here, but seriously, uh, unless you're a struggling band or a practicing prostitute, I can't fathom why anyone wouldn't use Facebook at this point. (Or Friendster, of course.) Anyway, while searching for Jason Campbell, I found his team-sponsored MySpace page, which even they have abandoned at this point. But hey, he's friends with Joe Gibbs. I still miss the tubby Joe Gibbs.

11. Jacksonville Jaguars (1-2). I'm feeling more confident about my Super Bowl pick, though the schedule still isn't getting any easier. My favorite story of the Jack Del Rio era is still when his punter cut his leg with the motivational axe. You really can't trust punters around shiny objects.

10. Carolina Panthers (2-1). Honestly, the Panthers' schedule is ridiculous. I am outraged about this — outraged! — but not nearly as outraged as the brilliant and psychologically fascinating Andrew Sullivan is about Sarah Palin. Still. Andrew Sullivan is one of the best political minds working right now, and Gov. Palin has reduced him to a sputtering fountain of empty, wonderfully entertaining fury. He actually responded to news that the VP debate would not have a "loose format" because the McCain campaign worried it would "leave Ms. Palin, a relatively inexperienced debater, at a disadvantage and largely on the defensive" by saying, simply, "Are you fucking kidding me?" If President Palin ends up starting World War III in a couple of years because she saw an image of Christ in a yoga mat during a Pilates class, Andrew Sullivan is going to be one satisfied piece of nuclear vaporized particles.

9. Baltimore Ravens (2-0). Speaking of politics — because I never, ever have anything to say about the Ravens — the Presidential debates begin Friday, in Oxford, Miss., home of William Faulkner, John Grisham, Joey Lauren Adams and Wright Thompson. I really quite love Wright Thompson's stuff at ESPN — and what he did for Genarlow Wilson will outlast just about anything anyone's ever done a blog, and his Yankee Stadium piece this week was so much better than it had any right to be — but I kind of think his Wikipedia page might be self-hosted. It contains the line, "Thompson started his sportswriting career while a student at the University of Missouri, covering Missouri sports and writing as a columnist for the School of Journalism's Columbia Missourian. He loved digging into Spaghetti Red at the late, great Nichols Lunch." Of course, mine includes a reference to Catch, which I'm pretty sure no one has ever, ever read. Anyway, there's a debate Friday.

8. Green Bay Packers (2-1). While we're discussing ESPN writers, I just finished Chuck Klosterman's Downtown Owl, and it's pretty great. If you're one of those people who don't like Klosterman — and there are more of you out there than I ever would have thought — it's so unlike his earlier work that you might even enjoy it, if you give it a chance. As someone who knows that feeling of growing up in a small town, being vaguely depressed for absolutely no reason at all and feeling pretty certain that every day is both the most important day of your life and totally meaningless ... well, the book was right in my strike zone. (Klosterman is a Packers fan, by the way, which is why this is here.)

7. Tennessee Titans (3-0). Just to piss off Iracane, I'm going to talk about my keeper league fantasy team. It's the same league I've been in since I was a freshman in college, and you keep 14 guys a year. That is to say: If you draft someone, they're pretty much yours for live. This year, I ended up with Chris Johnson, Eddie Royal and Tim Hightower. And I'll still probably finish in last for the next decade.

6. Buffalo Bills (3-0). It's becoming clear that the Bills are going to still be undefeated when they come to the Pink Taco in a couple of weeks. I had no idea everyone in Chicago hated Dick Jauron, by the way.

5. Denver Broncos (3-0). Do you realize that there's a possibility Jay Mariotti might take over Woody Paige's old spot at the Denver Post? Or will it be in New York? Pittsburgh? (My money's on Pittsburgh, or Yahoo.) Rick's absolutely right: Beware, American, he could be coming to YOUR TOWN NEXT.

4. Pittsburgh Steelers (2-1). During the Steelers' final "drive," I was actively disappointed not to see the Steelers' offensive line carrying Byron Leftwich down the field, like in that famous Marshall game. What seemed heroic at the time now simply looks like nice men carrying the broken old man down the field. He's like Samuel L. Jackson in Unbreakable. It's like they were Segways.

3. New York Giants (3-0). I hope everybody likes the NFC East, because they have the best three teams in football right now. The Giants have a bye week this week, which is sad, because that means it won't be the same time as the Jets'. That never happens. It's a shame: For one weekend, it would be nice for New Yorkers to have the same NFL Sunday entertainment options as Los Angelenos.

2. Philadelphia Eagles (2-1). I have to say, Deadspin readers, you really need to start cheering for the Phillies to collapse. Can you imagine what it's going to look like around here if the Phillies are in the playoffs and the Eagles remain one of the best teams in football? You thought I was bad in October 2006? This site is going to come equipped with splash guards.

1. Dallas Cowboys (3-0). I recommend everyone check out the oddly mesmerizing Orwell Diaries Blog. I think Orwell would have been a great sports blogger. He would have enjoyed "Hard Knocks," I suspect.

Actually, it was '70s Night at Wrigley, which explains why Elvis was present. But the monsoon in August, that's another matter. The 2-0 win by the Astros may be the only game ever to be called due to rain, lightning and a tornado warning.

The first holdup was a 2-hour-45-minute monsoon delay when a wicked front rolled through before the sixth inning. The second delay, thanks to a reprise of thunder, lightning and rain blown sideways in a gale—began at 11:13 p.m. and brought things to a close with one out in the bottom of the eighth.

But not before Elvis made his dash. Thank you, King, for making baseball fun once again.

Note to grounds crew: There's a rather valuable piece of jewelry up for grabs somewhere in that tarp the next time you unroll it:

With the Cubs batting in the bottom of the eighth, the thunder and lightning resumed with a vengeance. After one particularly jarring explosion, Houston's Lance Berkman threw off his metal chain and then sprinted off the field, refusing to risk electrocution.

Elvis At The Cubs Wrigley Field [YouTube]
Cubs Lose To Astros In Lightning-Shortened Game [Chicago Tribune]

However, a Friday announcement might be more likely, as Blackhawks Hall of Famers Bobby Hull, Stan Mikita and Tony Esposito will be on hand at Wrigley during the Cubs-Rockies game to sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" during the seventh inning stretch. Chicago's chances to host the game improved considerably when NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman said earlier this month that Yankee Stadium was no longer the favorite to host because of a "variety of issues."

The NHL's first Winter Classic was played earlier this year on New Year's Day at Buffalo's Ralph Wilson Stadium. The Pittsburgh Penguins beat the Sabres 2-1 in a shootout.

So I'm anxious to see how this guy gets caught in the Plexiglas.

Report: Chicago Blackhawks To Play Detroit Red Wings At Wrigley Field [Chicago Tribune]

The Chicago Sun-Times announced earlier today that Katie Hamilton, a 22-year-old college student, won its "Zell No" video contest. The newspaper says her entry "chastises [Tribune CEO Sam] Zell for pondering the sale of Wrigley Field's naming rights." What the paper didn't seem to realize was that Hamilton is an intern at the Chicago Tribune. Yes, that Tribune. The one that Zell owns.

The Tribune was doing quite a bit of crowing Wednesday night over their shenanigans, forgetting that they are still owned by Zell, who could convert the entire operation into a meat processing plant on the slightest whim.

Anyway, below is a submission I liked better. And I'm sure it would have won if the youngest kid's guitar had been plugged in.

Trib Takes Sun Times' Prize [Chicago Tribune]
Chicago Tribune Claims Win In Chicago Sun-Times Video Contest [USA Today]

If we're having trouble wrapping our heads around it, imagine how Cubs fans are handling it. One fan is dealing with it in the most logical way possible: He's selling naming rights to his dog Wrigley.

A Chicago family that lives near Wrigley Field has put up for auction on eBay the naming rights to its beloved family yellow lab, Wrigley, asking $1,000 as an opening bid (about the amount it costs to take our family of four to a game at the real Wrigley, writes the seller). The seller says "Pepsi" or "Torco" would be a great name but would settle for something like "Oppenheimer Funds" if the price was right. The dog's official AKC registered name is Wrigley Field 'Wait 'Til Next Year' Sargent, had the seller actually gotten around to registering it, she says.

Who wouldn't want a dog named "Oppenheimer Funds?"

By the way, for all the pageantry and beauty of Wrigley, we mustn't get too carried with its historic status; they did have a Police concert there, after all.

Cubs Fans Are Sick People [The Foul Pole]

From the Sun-Times:

"Wrigley is an obvious world-wide icon and Wrigley Field is world-wide known. But, in the world of economics, when I bought the Tribune, I didn't get a discount because I wasn't going to use the naming rights that field represents," Zell said in an interview on the CNBC program "Squawk Box." "Perhaps the Wrigley Co. will decide that, after getting it for free for so long, that it's time to pay for it."

Zell then chased reporters off his lawn with a rake.

Speaking as a Giants' fan who watches the team change its stadium name every season, I'm numb to this. But for you Cubs' fans, here's the inevitable petition site to save the Wrigley Field name.

The Tribune Vs. Chicago [Chicago Sun-Times]
Zell Says He Won't Hesitate To Sell Wrigley Field Naming Rights [Chicago Sun-Times]
Go To Zell, Assface [Rumors And Rants]
Save Wrigley Field [Care2 Petition Site]

We're actually not so bothered by the Cubs' new publicity stunt of having contests for fans to sing at the stretch; we'll certainly take some lifelong Cubs fan having his/her moment in the sun than some dope promoting their WB/UPN/CW show that's coming up tonight on WGN. It's just that the charm of it, the memory of Harry Caray that everyone's trying to keep alive ... it certainly seems like a relic of a time in which it was endearing. Now it's just drunk people screaming. Mind you, it was always like that, but it somehow meant something when it was Bill Murray, rather than, say, Tate Donovan.

So here's what we think they should do. They should, in the heat of this year's pennant race, kidnap Steve Bartman and have him sing the song, one last time. We suspect, after all this time, Bartman would be received with cheers rather than boos, and it would be a heartwarming form of closure for everybody.

And then they could retire it and watch the Cubs collapse in the final week of the season. Sounds great!

Harry Caray Rolling Over In His Grave [Out Of Right Field]

We'd never heard of this before, but its existence makes us extremely happy: It's the Beer Vendor Association, consisting (apparently) of only Wrigley Field pourers. They even have their own trading cards.

With the Cubs' loss yesterday and their home opener not until next Monday, just the thought of beer at Wrigley Field is making us realize baseball is really here ... almost.

Though we are concerned about the beer vendors uniting; we fear that, banded together, they could wield a power that could destroy us all.

Beer Vendor Association [Official Site]

The Cubs announced a multiyear deal Wednesday with Under Armour, a sports apparel company, agreeing to place its logo and name on the outfield doors. Terms of the agreement were not announced, but the ads will be in place at least through 2008.

By mid-May, the Under Armour ads will be surrounded by the ivy that Bill Veeck helped plant 70 years ago to beautify a ballpark that eventually turned into a baseball mecca. Cubs marketing director Jay Blunk said the skyrocketing cost of player salaries necessitated the change, though he knows the decision may upset traditionalists.

That's right: An Under Armour ad on the Ivy at Wrigley Field. The day has come. Hey, Jason Marquis is gonna pay for himself.

Cubs Show Tradition The Door With Ad Deal [Chicago Tribune] (via Foul Balls)

Well, the national menace that is The Wave has now made its way to the sacred kegs of Wrigley Field. As one would probably expect, Cubs fans are up in arms. As well they should be.

The Chicago Tribune interviews the Patient Zero of The Wave, Krazy George Henderson, and we are not the least bit surprised that the guy who proudly proclaims that he invented the wave calls himself "Krazy George." His quote will make you cringe even more.

"I think it would be much more acceptable if it started somewhere like Yankee Stadium," George said. "Then it would probably be bowed down to by baseball fans and they'd put a monument up."

For the record, it does not make one a "purist" to hate the wave. It just makes one "not a moron."

Wave Goodbye? Hardly [Chicago Tribune]

But only in Wrigleyville do they have an opening day party at 1 p.m. on a freezing Friday. You know life is looking up when they're playing baseball at Wrigley Field again, and in about a half hour, the new, "improved" Wrigley Field is ready to host the Cubs' home opener, against our beloved St. Louis Cardinals. As long as it doesn't rain.

We're still uncomfortable with either team hosting the other as a home opener — it's like Ohio State kicking off the college football season by hosting Michigan — but it's the first official sign that, yes, baseball is here, and it's taking over our lives for the next six months. You can get a full preview of the series right here; we're crossing our fingers than Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa throw out the first pitch together. In case you were wondering, by the way, Cubs fans are already in midseason form. Via Viva El Birdos, here's a comment from a fan on Bleed Cubbie Blue:

Just think, in less than 60 hours the Cubs will likely be 4 1/2 games behind the Cardinals and in last place in the NL Central. What a mess this team is.

Play ball!

Bleacher Reconstruction Update [Bleed Cubbie Blue]
Cubs Preview [Cardnilly]