Pardon me, readers, while I take advantage of the column this week and do some venting in print. 

For the past year and a half, of course, we have all had to endure all of the COVID restrictions, including the mask on, mask off rules, which I have gone with the flow on. More recently, I was just getting adjusted to what has happened with the Tribune ownership, when they took all my favorite columnists and bought them out.  I’m still deciding if they need my business or don’t care. 

But, now, the tearing apart of the Cubs is a bit more than I want to deal with. Since I do not have a direct line to the Ricketts family, I will express myself here. I’m sure some helpful soul will pass them along.

Rumors had been spreading as fast as the California wildfires in regards to the future of the “trinity” of the Cubs – Antony Rizzo, Kris Bryant and Javier Baez. While I know it is all business, which relates to money, I had hoped they would not break it up the way they did.

The one that hurts the most is Rizzo and what he brought to the team and the city. His caliber of play is as big as his character. He beat cancer, set up the Rizzo Foundation, and went to the hospitals to visit sick children just to mention a few of the things that make Rizzo who he is. 

The level of excitement when he would come to the plate was worth some of the millions he received (though it should have been more). Baez and Bryant completed the trio and it was fun while it lasted.

Craig Kimbrel goes across town to the Sox, lucky them. I enjoyed his “pose” when he would get ready to throw strikes and put the game away.

So that’s it, I will put away my Cubs mask and sulk for a while. They just don’t get it or want to. This year the Cubs gave us something to watch and hope for and take our minds off of other things.

Jed Hoyer, president of baseball operations, said it was the right move for the organization, but not for a lot of us but then he never asked us.