As Tom Ricketts was leaving his owner’s box at Wrigley Field Saturday afternoon, he was heard muttering his discontent, to no one in particular.

“When can I stop going to so many god-awful baseball games,” he mused.

The Dodgers had just beaten the Cubs 5-1 in a game that featured zero excitement for the home team. It was only game 27 of a season in which the Cubs hope to play 162, with most of them expected to be either god-awful or just plain depressing.

“I certainly expected there to be growing pains with the new direction we’re headed with Theo Epstein but, well, this … it’s too much, too many errors, too many guys hitting half their weight. I don’ t know if I can make the whole season watching this [expletive deleted],” Ricketts lamented. “As owner, I’m expected to attend the majority of our games, but why? Can’t a guy just take a break? It’s not like if I’m there it’ll get any better. Can’t I just take June off and go to a resort with no phones, computers or such that I have to follow this daily mess? I knew I should have bought a football team, with only 16 games to watch. My god, we’ve already played more games than that and there’s no end in sight.”

Ricketts then composed himself and noted if it really got tough to watch games later in the season he’d have his eyes propped open like in the film “A Clockwork Orange.”

Patrick O. Elia