With Dusty, There's Bloodlusty...

Alright boys and girls, the day is finally upon us. Sharpen your pitchforks! Light those torches! The individual who cost the Cubs the 2003 World Series is back in town!

No, not the baby-faced SS.


It couldn't have been his fault.

No, not the kid with the "golden arm" and "perfect mechanics."



Of course, he shouldn't shoulder (zing!) the blame.

Not the "fan that remains nameless" either. Only a moron would point the finger at that poor bastard.

There is only one person so amazingly inept, so completely clueless, so totally void any redeemable qualities who could have been responsible for ripping that World Series trophy right out of the hands of our Chicago Cubs.

Who is this evil spawn of Satan you ask?

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That's right.

Darren f#%ing Baker.

Disagree? Well, it makes about as much sense to me as blaming his dad. After reading 8 billion "Dusty's Back and There's Gonna Be Some Trouble" articles over the past 2 days, I had to speak up. Have we all gone collectively bat-shit crazy in this town?

Explain to me why he is forever the goat (double zing!) for what was an monumental collapse by by an entire team?

Did he boot the tailor-made double play ball?

Nope.

Did he give up 42 runs in that 8th inning?

Not by what my scorecard reads.

Did he leave Prior in too long when it was SO obvious to EVERYONE in the stadium, watching on TV and listening to the radio that our young pitcher was more that just a little bit rattled by the foul ball fiasco and "The Error," but he had in fact already jumped the tracks, caught fire and had gone careening into a tree taking out a bunch of crippled school children in the process (metaphorically speaking of course)?

Actually, don't answer that last one.

All I'm saying is that while Dusty may have his faults, 2003 wasn't all on him. As you light your effigies and start your witty "Dusty Sucks" chants tonight, try to remember where the blame truly belongs.

Right here.

I kid, Darren. I kid, you adorable little SOB.

Go Cubs.