What If Article about Peavy Trade

[Guancous]

Thought everyone might get a kick out of this:

 

https://theathletic.com/701793/2018/12/09/jake-peavy-nearly-traded-from-san-diego-padres-to-chicago-cubs-revisited/

 

Ten years ago, when baseball’s dealmakers last met on the Las Vegas strip, one of the most prominent pitchers in the game was so convinced he’d be traded to the North Side of Chicago that he sang their song in public.

[Southpaw19]

Those who have a subscription.

[David]

But when Sutcliffe allegedly persuaded Peavy to launch into the Cubs’ folksy celebration song, Axelrod didn’t need to track down the Padres’ star. He was seated right next to him at the bar.

 

“I don’t know how to quantify how close it was, but I was (in Las Vegas) because I thought it was going to happen,” Axelrod said. “Jake had never been to Vegas before. There was a group of us that used to go to the rodeo every year. Sutcliffe invited (Peavy) and then all of a sudden it turned out that he was a hot topic and we were sort of on alert.

 

“I don’t remember exactly where or when (he sang). I think it was more at the prompting of Sutcliffe more than anything else. Needless to say, we were there to have fun. There were a few beers making their way around.”

[SaorsaDaonnan]

Damn you Peavy trade, and also Brian Roberts trade, and Brian Dopirak, and Angel Guzman’s teasing arm, and Andy Sisco and Felix Pie and Corey Patterson, and Wood’s health and Prior’s whatever and whatever the hell happened on that plane in 2004, and that damn foul ball and Agon booting that grounder and the idea of Kyle flippn’ Farnsworth being a shutdown reliever, not to mention the half-dead corpses of Howry and Remlinger, and Latroy as an unwilling closer and clogging the bases and Nomar’s groin injury and Neifi playing 200 games a year with 1000 PAs and Todd Hundley and Roberto Novoa and Julian Tavares rolling the ball to first, and the sad end to that magical year Fred McGriff, Rondell White, Bill Mueller, Delino DeShields, and Flash Gordon played ok but turned out to be worse than Matt Stairs, EY, Ricky Gutierrez, Ron Coomer, Jeff Fassero and Roosevelt Brown, and Juan Cruz’s control and Z’s temper and Michael Barrett getting shipped out like a punk and the corked bat and Sammy getting hit in the head and sneezing and cheating in the first place, and the year we were all wrong about Jason Dubois and the year we were all right about Murton getting screwed, and all those years when our entire rotation was on the DL and it was Glendon Rusch starting five days a week, and Angel Hernandez the nicest-ever-guy umpire who somehow genuinely went blind whenever we took the field, and Stony working with Hawk instead of us and Mark Bellhorn’s evaporation after 2002 and the fact that we lost Maddux in the first place and had to play against him in ‘03, and the fact that Ryno and Dunston and Grace and Andre and Sut never made it, and that Billy and Fergie didn’t, and that Ronnie and Ernie didn’t live to see it, and most of all, the fact that we’re going to remember garbage names like Chapman and Russell whenever we think back on it, and everything that happened later that month, and that we live in a world where such pieces of horsefeathers mostly just walk around and go about their days like they’re normal and it’s ok, and the fact that about half the population apparently has its head so far up its ass that it agrees with that, and that that might even be the bulk of human history, and that the Cubs are still sitting on their damn hands while their last chance to handle a tragic situation with decency continues to go up in smoke, and that several of them are probably too busy counting their prospective money from the upcoming TV deal to really even pay that much attention, and that Joe for a while couldn’t even be bothered to read the article and Jake didn’t even vote and the way the rest of us might soon either be in bed with Sinclair or out altogether, and the bros who keep asking questions and the fact that all of this horsefeathers is stuff actual people actually even wanted, and that when I visited Ernie’s grave in Dec of 16 I carried with me more bad news than good, and that his Cubs and mine are a part of that, though maybe not all of them if you squint right, and those Cubs “fans” who called us slurs that I was hearing for the first time when I wanted Darryl Strawberry’s autograph when I was five and waited by the bus, and whatever dogshit experiences or messed up early childhood environments/biopsychosocial factors made them that way, and the fact that it continues, and the way nobody changed their mind after Access Hollywood or any of the 11k times we’ve had warnings about Russell and that this cycle has not been broken, and gamergate and Charlottesville and the fact that the same one or two stories keep coming up but half the country keeps saying it’s the people who seek justice and healing who are the problem, because other people aren’t really real or the world doesn’t matter or other people’s pain is all a big joke anyway.

 

Yes, today everything has to be about Russell — or rather about the org finally and belated taking a stand against his [expletive], and doing what it can to help his exes and kids.

[Sammy Sofa]

That is a premium rant.

 

And, damn; way to pick your spots over fifteen years.

[Old Style]

Damn. It’s been 10 years already?!

[weis21]

I literally wiped my brow halfway through that post.

[WrigleyField 22]

I literally wiped my brow halfway through that post.

I gave up like 4 rows in. Hats off to you.

[Guancous]

I’ve always wondered what it would look like if James Joyce was born in 1980 Naperville.

[SaorsaDaonnan]

I’ve always wondered what it would look like if James Joyce was born in 1980 Naperville.

 

Well, my username is gaelic for "this name was obviously created by a tween," but otherwise you are too kind. :hello:

[CubinNY]

This is the part that keeps gnawing at me.

 

"and the way the rest of us might soon either be in bed with Sinclair or out altogether." I'm mostly leaning out altogether. I can't get behind the creeps who own the team and it's killing whatever is left of my childhood self.