(Ronnie Woo Woo at his first Trib Tower interview)

Jay Mariotti, who I’m pretty sure introduces the word “boogers” to Chicago sports journalism today, lets the town know in no uncertain terms he wants some action. And me, I can’t deny his dream team front office of Mark Cuban, Ronnie Woo Woo, and a goat could at least do as well as the past quarter century of Trib ownership …

They can sell the Cubs to Mark Cuban, who has e-mailed his interest as Bud Selig shakes in mortal fear. They can sell the Cubs to two California billionaires, Eli Broad and Ron Burkle, or the fellow who has kept hockey breathing in this town as owner of the Wolves. They can sell the Cubs to Gannett, even if USA Today tries shortening games to six innings the way they’ve slashed news stories to tidbits.

They can sell the Cubs to Bill Murray, Donald Trump, George Will. They can sell the Cubs to Ronnie ”Woo-Woo” Wickers, Steve Bartman, The Evil Stoney. They can sell the Cubs to me and the billy goat.

Just so long as the boogers at Tribune Co. do sell the Cubs. Because if this is nothing but a corporate tease, I’m going to get mad.

Btw, anyone know exactly what happens when Jay gets “mad?”