I’ve gotten emails from several folks asking why I’ve not commented on the Cubs and the thrashing they received from the Dodgers. Short answer: I was in mourning.
I concede that it’s silly to get that invested in a baseball season. After all, there are real problems in the world. However, this year was special. For the first time since 1969 I really beleived that this was the year. Even in 2003 when hapless Steve Bartman was blamed for breaking the streak, I was holding back my enthusiasm. This year however, it as all out there. It had been 100 years – and this would be the big one.
In fact, I had already budgeted $1,500 and 25,000 air miles to fly home to Chicago, catch a game at Wrigley, party with friends, and fly back to San Diego. The Cubs were going to be in the World Series – and it was going to be in Chicago – and I was going to be there. So much for plans.
Is there a curse? It’s fun to talk about, especially when such talk is fueled by good friends and some cold beer. There is high entertainment value in it – and something to focus on while we look to the future.
Growing up in Chicago as a South Side Cubs Fan (a rare creature frequently subjected to Sox fan ridicule), there were three truths which anyone from that time and place can relate to:
- Vote early / vote often
- Never chew gum in church
- There’s always next year
So, here we are again. 100 years and counting. I keep remembering that 104 year old man throwing out the first pitch at the first playoff game. How old will I be when the Cubs finally pull it off?
To next year. Eamus Catuli.
– Carl Melville / Blogvious
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