HOUSTON — With the Cubs out of playoff contention, September baseball gives players like Dave Sappelt a chance to make their case to be a part of the team’s future.
Recalled from Triple-A Iowa on Sept. 1 when rosters expanded, the 25-year-old Sappelt came through in the clutch for the Cubs on Monday at Minute Maid Park, driving in three runs and scoring another in the Cubs’ 4-1 victory over the Astros.
Sappelt, an outfielder, was acquired in a trade with the Reds last December and played in 133 games with Iowa before getting a shot.
So how many games back in the Wild Card are we?
I didnt’ realize that Brett Jackson was out of the lineup (which shows how closely I’ve been paying attention), but he’s due to re-enter the lineup soon:
HOUSTON — Center fielder Brett Jackson, out since Friday after he bruised his right knee crashing into the outfield wall in Pittsburgh, could be back in the Cubs’ lineup as early as Tuesday.
Manager Dale Sveum said the team would monitor how Jackson swung the bat before Monday’s game. With left-hander Dallas Keuchel on the mound on Monday, Jackson wasn’t likely to start even if fully healthy. The 24-year-old has made three starts against left-handed pitching since coming up from Triple-A Iowa on Aug. 5.
As long as the phrase “radical reconstructive surgery” wasn’t used in reference to his face, I’m good.
Finally, I would be remiss this morning if I didn’t share this little gem that Jonathan Eig from Chicago Side was good enough to send my way. It’s entitled “50 Shades of Epstein.”
Those golden brown eyes. God, I’ll never forget them. I felt like they were piercing the depths of my heart and my soul and that, for the first time in all of my 29 years, I was being seen for who I really was and who I could be in some distant future when I am more fully who I am.
And I was just like, Oh wow. Holy crap!
He was wearing a crisp blue button-down shirt with a grey pullover that seemed knitted solely to highlight the strength of his arms. His grey trousers hung off his slim hips in a way that made my heart leap into my throat. He rolled a baseball in the palm of his left hand.
“Ummmm…,” I stammered. Flustered, I dropped my purse and the contents went skittering across the marble floor.
I went to squat on the floor to gather my things, but he beat me to it, kneeled and rose with an armful that included super strength tampons, no less than nine lipsticks, and my book club’s September selection, a tattered copy of a novel named Fifty Shades of Grey.
Oh my God. All of the blood rushed to my face. Mortified, I bit my lip.
A shiver of ardor seemed to run through him, and he extended a strong, firm, and yet hauntingly fragile handshake. “Hi, I’m Theo.”
You’re all welcome.
Cubs and Astros again tonight at 7:05 pm CT.