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If you’re counting, this will be three straight posts which do not deal with the Chicago Cubs. My therapy must be paying off. However, I will point you to two postings — one which sums up the problems the Cubs have, now and since 1999, almost as succinctly as I can put it, and another, which delves into the mind of Dusty Baker, giving pretty much spot-on analysis of “managing not to lose…”

In both cases, I agree, though I’m befuddled (and a little perturbed) myself as to why Corey Patterson (or someone) thinks he is a No. 3-hitter in the making.

Two final TV notes:

I’m immersed into Season One of Scrubs, and surprised at how little the show has changed since its inception. In episode four, or somewhere thereabouts, there’s a scene that struck me as wistfully nostalgic and uproariously funny. As such, it directly correlates with my life.

JD and Turk are watching TV, both have been swamped with intern duties. Turk promised the nostalgic JD that they would spend a night ‘tearing it up’ like they used to in college. Turk’s new girlfriend, Carla, is in the kitchen.

Turk: So whaddaya wanna watch? (sips beer).
JD: Fletch.
Carla: Aw, I’ve seen Fletch.
Turk (incredulous): Yeah, but you haven’t seen it with us reciting all the lines!

Aaaaand, scene. In this role, JD was played by moi, with Carla portrayed by a composite of every girl I’ve ever (ahem) dated, and Turk is one of any number of my college (and current) friends. I shouldn’t have to explain any more. Fletch is gospel, and rightfully should be treated as such, in any current reference.

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The other show I’ve got a comment on is Cheers, in particular, the episode in which Sam is hired as an executive for Evan Drake’s corporation — yet he is only a ringer, picked to lead the corporation to the company’s league title. A segment of this show is devoted to Sam, in his office, behind a desk, contemplating his duties. There was no computer on the desk, so I wondered:

What, pray tell, did the corporate workforce do before the internet?

The notion is frightening. I can scarcely imagine going 10 minutes without visiting one of my favorite sites, blogs or columns or without wiling away hours reading and writing on my own. Yet, apparently, in the 1980s, people were supposed to work?! Ugh. How boring.

And I’m not simply too dependent on the net, I can’t imagine that today’s drones are less productive than the 1980s, even with a multitude of distractions. The net and multitasking applications have exponentially eased workers’ tasks throughout the 1990s. People do more — but more is easier to do, in my opinion.

Personally, I’m confident that I’m more efficient because of the Internet — I’m a habitual multitasker, often working on several hundred different things at once, minute-to-minute, and I need distractions to relieve my focus. I’m much more productive and responsible with the Net — the responsibilty of having any number of tools and toys actually helps me concentrate in spurts on my work. I’m sure that my computer rings a red-light siren about 100 times a day in the tech department as I check out The Cub Reporter, but I’m confident in my output nonetheless. An informed, relaxed employee is a good one.

But that’s just me. Anyway, if you’re at work, and you’re ready to head out the door — consider this — you, are …

… absolutely the best around (audio). Have a good one.