Aaron Miles: Upping the Cubs' Grit


Okay, I have to say, I just flat out don't know what to make of this. Apparently, the Cubs have just signed Aaron Miles. Huh. Alright, everyone who saw this coming, raise your hands. Be honest. Yes, that means you. That's right, put your hand back down. 

Seriously, has there ever, and I mean

The weird thing about it is that the Cubs already have a bunch of middle infielders available. Mark DeRosa, Mike Fontenot, and Ryan Theriot are all on the books, and Fontenot and The Riot are pretty close to being Aaron Miles already. DeRosa has a little more power, so he doesn't really fall under this category. 

Of course, the speculation is that this will allow the Cubbies to move DeRosa in exchange for some other team's prospects. At that point, they just may have enough in their minor league system to trade for Jake Peavy. Thus, the signing of Aaron Miles will bring the Cubs Jake Peavy. Or at least that's the thought process. 

You know, it's probably not good to think too much about, but can you imagine the press conferences Tony La Russa is going to have this season if his best lil' buddy was instrumental in bringing even more pitching firepower to the Cubs? Oy. It could get really ugly. 

At any rate, though, this brings the Aaron Miles Era to an end in St. Louis. And I have to say, if two years and almost $5 million is what it was going to take to extend the era, then I have no real problem with it ending. I've never been a huge fan of Miles, even with as good as his season was this past year.

No walks. No power. And just because a player can physically stand at several different positions does not actually make him "versatile."

Still, you have to respect a guy who can take down a gun-wielding maniac barehanded. (Full disclosure: by most accounts, the gunman was not, in fact, a maniac. My apologies to any crazy people who were offended.) Of course, that's why we call him Grit

Happy trails, Aaron. Thanks for three years of dedicated service, and good luck up in Wrigleyville. Have one of those big, crappy hot dogs with all that stuff on it. Also, no offense, but I kind of hope you choke on it. 

Oh, and also, could someone go over to Tony's house and see what that thump I just heard was? 


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