The Cubs’ offseason to this point has been nothing short of a funeral procession, with an ominous bass drum beat sounding for each free agent they don’t sign while the staccato rattle of the snare punctuates each report that they won’t spend money. There’s no brass section to liven things up, no woodwinds to provide haunting interludes between solemn thuds and dry taps. Nor is there a parade route or even a program to let onlookers know where the hell this thing is headed.
Oh, we think we know what’s going on since the direction has been made pretty clear by all the moves that haven’t been made.