It’s one of my favorite pieces of clubhouse slang in the MLB dictionary – “the golden sombrero.”  He who dons such a label does so dubiously, following a four strikeout performance at the plate.  Rickie Weeks succeeded in securing said piece of headgear last night in Houston. 

It’s no secret this has been a disaster of a season for #23, begging the question: “Was Dale Sveum that critical to his (or any hitter on the team, for that matter) success?”  It might be reasonable to answer yes at this point.  I don’t know exactly what is wrong with the dude, but it’s fair to assume that 90% of it is half mental (thanks, Yogi). 

So there’s only one thing left to do – make light of it. 

Don’t sit him down to watch tape of his swing.  Don’t commit him to extra time in the cage.  That’s the last thing he needs.  He’s already thinking too much.  Make him laugh, make him have fun again.  When the team returns to Miller Park, I want to see Cinco rockin’ a golden sombrero.