One of our city's baseball teams is the creator, star and overseer of a long-running exposition called A Century of No Progress. The 2011 exhibit fits right in with the traditional themes of hopelessness, despondency and stomach pumps.
Tickets to games, once as hard to get as a minister's daughter, can be had for cheap. The franchise just whacked its general manager and is likely to give its manager the boot after the season. The hotshot young shortstop looks as though he could use some direction, if not an occasional electric jolt.
Does this situation not scream for an infusion of Ozzie Guillen?
You read that correctly. The man who has swung his tongue at Wrigley …
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