1994 Chicago Cubs Season - Regular Season

Regular Season

The Cubs finished the strike-shortened season with a 49-64 record. They scored 500 runs (4.42 per game) and allowed 549 runs (4.86 per game).

One of the most-memorable moments in Cubs history occurred April 29. 1994, after a heart-breaking 6-5 loss to the Colorado Rockies at Wrigley Field.. The Cubs loaded the bases with one out in the bottom of the ninth only to have Glenallen Hill swing at the first pitch he saw and ground into a game-ending double play. The loss was the ninth consecutive home defeat for the Cubs to start the season and dropped the club to 6-15. Manager Tom Trebelhorn had vowed to meet fans outside the ballpark if the Cubs lost another home game and was true to his word, wading into a crowd of some 200 angry fans gathered at a fire station on Waveland Avenue just outside Wrigley's left-field wall. The confrontation started ugly, but within a half hour, Trebelhorn, who was known for his quick humor and good nature, won over most of his detractors. The team went on to lose three more home games before snapping the record streak with a 5-2 win over the Cincinnati Reds on May 4, 1994, but by then Trebelhorn's "Firehouse Chat" was a memorable moment in Cubs' history. The season, which ended when Major League players went on 1994–95 Major League Baseball strike Aug. 12, was Trebelhorn's only as manager of the Cubs. He was replaced in 1995 by Jim Riggleman.

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