CHICAGO – The master was watching The Masters.
Greg Maddux had shoehorned himself into a chair, knees tucked into chest, neck craned at the plasma screen high on the wall of the Chicago Cubs' clubhouse. Not the ideal ergonomic pose for a man who turns 40 a week from today, though Maddux has made a living of doing things the tough way.
"If you ask me," he said, "this is the best of both worlds. The Masters. A win. Good day."
While visions of grandeur abounded outside Wrigley Field after the Cubs' 5-1 victory against St. Louis in their home opener – "This is the team!" cried one man drunk on the Cubbies and Old Style – Maddux, pitching deity he is, rested. He won his 319th game Friday with a combination of guile and savvy and all of the other adjectives that make Maddux sound more like an elite sniper than a for-the-ages pitcher.
Come to think of it, it's Maddux's ability to hit any spot that separates him from his predecessors, contemporaries and successors, what keeps him aroundRead More »from The maestro