Let us run some numbers past you really quickly. He’s 31 years old. Signed to an 8-year contract, freshly. Making $10 million cool ones this season alone. Brought in to breath life into a moribund and cursed franchise and bring a title back to the land where ivy grows on the walls. No home runs, no RBI, hitting .200 on the season. So far 3 measly, meaningless runs scored for his underachieving 3-5 team in a bad division. Not exactly the igniter that the Cubbie fans were expecting after having a monster year last season in the death valley park known as RFK stadium in Washington.
Now I can’t take credit for this idea in any shape or form. It simply isn’t my own. This little nugget of thought belongs to editor George. However, his internet is out of commission and it is my responsibility to strike while the iron is hot. Let’s get down to the brass tax of this post.
Quentin Tarantino is the representation of the Cubs fan, and Soriano, well he’s about to be put into ‘storage’ by Cubs fans if he doesn’t get his shit together in a big way, like, this weekend at Wrigley field against our beloved Reds.
Enjoy the classic scene and think about it. You will understand.