Go 'head Mr. Kendall...

Well, here we are.

Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door.

Cubs are right there, winning games, and the Brewers are trying like hell to not lose one, lest we tie for first.

The Cubs are having an awesome last month or so. Brewers, not so much.

Brew Crew has lost 9 of their last 14, and Cubbies have probably won 10 of their last 14.

Jason Kendall, who I wasn't too high on initially, has seemed to be finally getting comfortable. He is settled in and has come up with a few timely hits and some key RBI's.

In his honor, I have rewritten the words to the song Mr. Wendall by the 90's group Arrested Development.

Sing along kiddies, and GO CUBS!

*start music*

Here, have a shinguard,
in fact no brotherman here, have two
Two shinguards means nothing for me,
but it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve Cubs only,
know that if you do, beautiful Wrigley awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no average, no ribbies, no HR's.
Mr. Kendall, that's his name,
A's traded him cause they thought he was a no-one
Never thought twice about his lack of homeruns,
until I had the chance to really get to see one
Now that I know him, to give him playing time isn't charity
He gets a weekly hit, I buy him some cleats
And to think Cubs spend all that money on big prospects,
still most of them can't even compete

Go ahead, Mr. Kendall
hey hey hey hey-a-a-a yeah
Go ahead, Mr. Kendall
hey hey hey hey-a-a-a yeah
Yeaaaahhhh Mr. Kendall

Mr. Kendall has freedom,
a freedom that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a high batting average
or driving in too many runs
His only worries are wild pitches
and an occasional harassment by the baserunner and a stolen base
Washed up we call him,
but I just saw him get his first hit since May
Cubs fans, are we really fans, yes or no?
Who are we to judge?
When dozens of players could be easily traded
we took the man who is the opposite of Pudge
Mr. Kendall has tried to warn us about our ways
but we don't hear him talk
Is it thanks to him we've got this far,
and we goin' far, cause on him we walk (and steal)
Mr. Kendall, a catcher, a human in flesh,
but no passed-ball
I feed you dignity to catch with pride,
realize that you'll be hitting .250 in the fall

Mr. Kendall, yeah yeah yeah, Lord, Mr. Kendall

Go ahead, Mr. Kendall
hey hey hey hey-a-a-a yeah
Go ahead, Mr. Kendall
hey hey hey hey-a-a-a yeah
Yeaaaahhhh Mr. Kendall