My immediate reaction to the Chris Coghlan trade was that the Cubs would need to go out and pick up another outfielder, ideally a backup-type* who could play center and maybe mop up in the corners as needed. I thought they were going to re-sign Austin Jackson. Instead, they shocked the baseball world by convincing Dexter Fowler to elope with them. Like a runaway bride, Fowler left Dan Duquette and the Orioles standing at the alter with a hang-dog look and echoes of “Trader!” ringing like discordant wedding bells across the void of social media.
The scene at Sloan Park was like a Julia Roberts movie, only without her nails-on-a-chalkboard laugh and an incredibly predictable plot.