Good Old Fashioned Baseball
You just knew that baseball was itching for a reason to give Mark Cuban the kiss-off. And, frankly, there were few teams baseball was less likely to want Cuban to put his filthy mitts on than the Chicago Cubs. So intense is the backroom animosity said to be for Cuban, that it is difficult not to wonder (but only because we have totally unfounded rumors burnt into our DNA) if this entire SEC business wasn't accelerated just a little bit to give baseball a chance to slap Cuban somewhere other than on the ass. If nothing else, that particular explanation satisfies our romantic need to see baseball in the traditional light of an American pastime. That is, ruled with an iron fist by cigar smoking men who sit in a leather clad office, slightly behind the ceiling light, faces covered in blue-white tendrils of smoke and shadow, rarely speaking- then only in imperative sentences with a few words. "Leave the bag." "Handle it." "Keep it quiet." "Send Bartman his check." "It's time to deal with this... Cuban person."
Charges dent Cuban's Cubs bid [Chicago Tribune]