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Mooney: Kerry Wood's back where he belongs

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Mooney: Kerry Wood's back where he belongs

Monday, Feb. 28, 2011
Posted 8:35 p.m. Updated 10:16 p.m.

By Patrick Mooney
CSNChicago.com

MESA, Ariz. Kerry Wood has spent almost half his life in the public eye. The fans have watched him drag his body off the disabled list 14 times, and push the Cubs to within one game of the World Series. They think they know him more than most.

That Wood isnt out for every last dollar, and appreciates the opportunity to play at Wrigley Field, has only deepened those feelings.

There were only 5,405 fans at HoHoKam Park, but a noticeable section stood to give Wood an ovation. It was probably as loud as you could expect on a Monday afternoon, in the sixth inning of a game where the hitters wore Nos. 74, 75, 76 and 77.

Its better than getting booed off the field when you come back, Wood said after a 5-3 loss to the Milwaukee Brewers.

The initial wave of spring-training interviews has passed. Yes, he took less money, a one-year deal worth 1.5 million, because he wanted to come home and raise his children in Chicago.

With all the attention that decision brought, it gets harder to find a new angle. For so long this pitcher had been at the center of everything the Cubs were trying to accomplish. Yet hes almost flown under the radar this month.

I love it. Ive been practicing for 10 years, Wood said. I know when they let (media) in (the clubhouse) and I know when you have to get out.

Wood allowed two runs in one inning on Monday, but felt like his breaking balls were moving well, and that his command has been particularly sharp this spring. Thats important because the Cubs need more than intangibles.

The Cubs bullpen ranked second-to-last in the majors with a 4.72 ERA last season and that was with Sean Marshall emerging as one of the games best left-handed setup men and Carlos Marmol getting 38 saves in 43 chances.

Everybody appreciates who (Wood) is and how loyal he has been, manager Mike Quade said. Ive said from Day 1 how happy I am to have him. But Id like to see that breaking ball show up all year. (Its) nice to have (him) back, but its going to be a lot more than that if he pitches well and helps us get the ball to Marmol.

Wood is willing to be a mentor, and a calming influence in the bullpen, but hes being paid to get outs. James Russells father pitched 14 seasons in the big leagues, but growing up in Texas there were two names that stood out: Nolan Ryan and Wood.

The way people talk about him, its like hes at the end of the road almost, but hes 33, Russell said. Hes still got plenty of time to pitch. When you look at the way he throws, hes still throwing 95, 96 mph, and bumping it up there.

But performance isnt the only thing Wood will be remembered for in Chicago.

This is where I grew up, Wood said. This is where I feel like I belong.

Etc.

The Brewers put the defensive shift on Carlos Pena, who got that all the time in Tampa Bay and wasnt surprised to see it, even in spring training. The Cubs have committed six errors combined in their first two Cactus League games. We got work to do, Quade said. Period. Randy Wells, who threw two scoreless innings Monday, is thrilled with the idea of a rotation competition: Whatever, happy to be here. I have a job. It could be a lot worse." Fernando Perez, who had surgery on his left wrist almost two years ago, survived making a great diving catch in center: I just took a tumble that I didnt really enjoy that much. Ill be fine. Quades open to the idea of using Carlos Zambrano as a pinch-hitter. Interesting pitching matchup Tuesday in Scottsdale: Ryan Dempster vs. San Franciscos Tim Lincecum (2:05 p.m., Cubs.com audio broadcast).

PatrickMooney is CSNChicago.com's Cubs beat writer. FollowPatrick on Twitter @CSNMooneyfor up-to-the-minute Cubs news and views.

Remember That Guy? Gary Gaetti

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Remember That Guy? Gary Gaetti

There have been 1,052 players in MLB history born in Illinois (or at least that’s how many we know of).  And of those players, the one with the most home runs is… Jim Thome with 612.  But the player who’s second; the player who had the “record” prior to Thome was Gary Gaetti with 360. 

Gary Gaetti homered in his MLB Debut (in his first at-bat) on September 20, 1981 for the Twins.  As a rookie the following season he hit 25 long ones. He was a mainstay at the hot corner for the Twins in the 1980s, winning four Gold Gloves (1986-89) with two All-Star selections (1988-89).  He was part of the 1987 World Champions (and was ALCS MVP).  By the time the Twins won their second World Series in 1991, Gaetti was in California with the Angels.  In 1995 at age 36 he had a renaissance for the Royals with 35 home runs and collected his lone career Silver Slugger before moving onto the Cardinals for the next few seasons. 

After being released by the Birds in mid-1998, Gaetti arrived on the North Side where he hit 17 home runs in 150 games (in 1998-99). In that 1998 season, he was a teammate of both Mark McGwire (who hit 70 HR for the Cardinals) and Sammy Sosa (who hit 66 HR for the Cubs). He remains the last player age 40 or older to homer in a Cubs uniform (all 17 of his home runs with the Cubs came after he turned 40).  Gaetti even made an appearance on the mound for the Cubs to close out what would end up a 21-8 rout at the hands of the Phillies on July 3, 1999 at the Vet.  He allowed two runs, including a solo home run by Marlon Anderson and an RBI triple by Doug Glanville. Gaetti concluded his MLB career with five games for the Red Sox in 2000.

After his retirement as a player, Gaetti had some coaching gigs in the minors and majors. In 2012, when 50-year old Roger Clemens came back to make two starts for the independent Sugar Land Skeeters, Gary Gaetti was the manager, as he was three years later when 50-year old Rafael Palmeiro played a game for the Skeeters. Gaetti led the team to the Atlantic League championship in 2016.

Quite a career.

Glanville Offseason Journal: Traded in the offseason, but life goes on

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Glanville Offseason Journal: Traded in the offseason, but life goes on

My mom’s father, my grandfather, in his North Carolina accent, used to ask me nearly every time I saw him.

“You still hittin’ that ball?!?!”

He knew my brother took extensive time to groom me in the game of baseball as soon as I could walk. So he recognized early on that my passion for the game only grew with time. So when he passed away during the offseason nearing midnight into Dec. 23, 1997, it was tough. I could no longer answer his question with a baseball career update.

He passed away in the same hospital where the legendary Negro League player, Buck Leonard, would pass away less than a month sooner. It is just so happened that Leonard’s passing coincided with the day my grandfather was first admitted into the same facility. I took it as a sign as I reviewed baseball and family history thinking about how I could honor my grandfather through both.

1997 was not the offseason I had envisioned. After coming off my breakthrough major league season, my first full season as a major leaguer with the Chicago Cubs, I had hit .300 and earned a chance to be in the starting lineup nearly every day. We had an exit meeting that year in the Astrodome. Cubs general manager at the time, Ed Lynch, was blunt and honest.

He explained very clearly that the organization tried to give the everyday job to “everyone else but you,” but was complimentary in how I was able to take advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself.

I was a speedy center fielder that was in left field for most of the season after a revolving door of our top outfield prospects didn’t quite do enough to lock down the every day role. A platoon gave me a chance to play against lefties, which grew into against righties too.

The talent was deep from my vantage point: Ozzie Timmons, Robin Jennings, Pedro Valdes, Brant Brown, Brooks Kieschnick, Scott Bullet and so on. There were a ton of a good outfielders, and when the smoke cleared, I was the one holding the starter trophy. I was hoping the offseason was a time where I could cement that status as a Chicago Cub.

So I went into the offsseason with hope. Hope that only strengthened while I was on Lake Shore Drive and heard Ed Lynch on the radio talking about my season and how the expansion of the league (1998 the league added the Rays and the D-Backs) was going to force him to make tough decisions about who to protect from the expansion draft.

He conceded that I would be seeking a significant raise after my season. Then, the minimum salary was $109,000 (I made a little more than that in year two) and because of my strong year as a second season player, Lynch was making a reasonable conclusion. I knew my agent was happy.

My grandfather’s health had been declining over time, so his passing was not a shock, but before I fully digested the loss, the phone rang around 12 hours after I got word that he was gone. Who was calling?

I took the call in the basement of my parent’s house. This was while I was in the midst of a sea of unwrapped Christmas gifts strewn all over the ping pong table, the main wrapping station in the Glanville household during the holidays. My first thought was it must be my mom, who was in North Carolina pivoting from savoring his last hours to working on funeral arrangements. My brother was with her. It already was an awkward holiday from our geographically broken family.

It was Ed Lynch on the line, telling me that I had been traded to the Philadelphia Phillies.

What?

I fielded all of the media calls the rest of that day. It was an all-day affair. Between the fresh news of my grandfather’s passing, the shock of being traded after finally breaking through as a starter, and the exhaustion at the idea of learning a new organization, I was not that thrilled.

In fact, one member of the Philadelphia press core finally asked me why I was sounding so unenthusiastic about being traded to the team I loved growing up as a kid. So I had to tell him about my grandfather’s passing and the reality sinking in that I was about to celebrate my first family Christmas with our nuclear family broken into pieces.

For the first time during the holidays, there was this divider in my family. Separated by life’s harsh terms. My father and I were home and my mother and brother were not. My dad and I celebrated at a long-standing friend’s house, a thousand miles from my mom and big bro, and a million miles away from truly accepting that I had been traded.

I had just completed my sophomore year in Major League Baseball and it was a moment when I felt like I had figured out some of my mechanics of the game. I was learning how to be consistent, learning the ropes about managing life in season and now offseason.

I was being traded to a team whose organization brought me great joy in 1980 as a die hard fan, a place where I could start in center field, but this was different. This was the business of baseball. The day I became a movable commodity, traded away for present value in Mickey Morandini. The Phillies were betting on my next chapter being my best years.

Can they do that? Just trade me away without asking me? Of course they can. Wait, why can they?

My 1980s memories of that Phillies championship was more than about the trophy. It framed an era. By my following that team since I was five or six, I saw that team build, I pulled my hair out when the Dodgers kept knocking them out in the ‘77 and ‘78 NLCS. But most of all, they had the same personnel. A core of players, nearly untradeable. Garry Maddox, Mike Schmidt, Steve Carlton, Larry Bowa and so on. They were practically glued together for several seasons.

But in the modern game of the late '90s, that dream of being drafted by a team, growing up with that organization, winning with the Cubs and retiring a Cub was no longer possible. That was how the game was evolving.

Although I was a big leaguer, I still was a fan. I still was caught off-guard even after I knew the Cubs protected me in the expansion draft. I understood that at all times, lurking were many ways in the game where I could change teams. Some voluntary, most not.

I realized that the offseason was not just this big training session to get ready for the next season. It was also a chess match of competing value. What you are worth versus what you think you are worth. The 2018 Cubs have many players asking that question. Will Kyle Schwarber be traded? Will Kris Bryant sign?

All players will experience life hitting them in the face when they least expect it. During that downtime, the reflection time, the break. That is why it can sting so much. And loss spares no one in this game, even after you hit .300. The rumors alone can eat you up.

I would attend my grandfather’s funeral and reunite with my mom and brother days after the trade. I took a moment during the time with family to make one simple declaration to the sky above.

“Granddad, I am still hitting that ball.”

Just this year, instead of Cubs blue, I would be wearing Phillies red.