As far as we know, nobody showed up to any of the eight home games the former USC and Chicago Cubs phenom pitched for our local Golden Baseball League team dressed in a dark sweat shirt, a Cubs cap, glasses and headphones. Which is great, because we here in Orange County are far too gracious to remind a guy of his role in the 2003 playoff-dream-killing meltdown that merely added to the Cubs' long history of such things. Well, most of us are, anyway.
