Oct 132015
 
My nephew Carson and his girlfriend Mara at Wrigley the night of game 2.

My nephew Carson and his girlfriend Mara at Wrigley the night of game 2.

I’m not much of a sports fan, yet I do have a soft spot for Major League Baseball.  All of my life, I’ve listened to baseball.  First, on lazy afternoons on an AM radio.  (To the baseball purists, you will note I said AFTERNOONS, so we’re referring to   the time before the horrible day Wrigley put in lights, circa 1988.) And for much of my life I’ve tagged along to games all across the USA until the unfortunate incident on my 40th birthday at old Riverfront during a Cubs/Reds game.  (It was unfortunate  that I drank a tall boy Budweiser when it was over 100 degrees.)

My father was a Cubs fan for as long as I can remember.  He was once a White Sox fan but sometime early in my childhood, he converted to the National League.

When I married Herman Spitzsnogel in 1984, I converted to the Cincinnati Reds, though the Cubs have always had a special place in my heart.  And frankly, the Reds have had few moments in the sun, both in my husband and son’s lifetimes.

What is my point?

Let’s Go, Cubs!

For the past thirty minutes I’ve been barely able to breathe as the Cubs and the Cardinals battled it out at Wrigley for the privilege of going to the NLCS. I cannot remember being this nervous about anything in a long time. The Cubs beat the Cards six to four and now the Cubs will advance.

My husband said repeatedly in the eighth inning, “It’s looking good,” and I kept saying, “But, it’s the Cubs.”  I remember a game in 1984  when Rick Sutcliffe was on the mound and things did not turn out well.  I can’t go any further with this without crying.  Cubs fans remember.

What is my point?

Let’s Go, Cubs!

Why is this so important?  You see, the Cubs haven’t won a World Series in 107 years.  Since that time, man invented flight, we went to the moon, we have cars that drive themselves.

Tonight the Cubs won the right to go to the playoffs for the first time EVER in their own stadium.  EVER. Ever is even more than 107 years.  In the crowd, a fan carried a sign that said, “I ain’t afraid of no goats.”

My father will be 85 on December 4.  More than anything, I want him to have a championship in his lifetime.  What a great birthday present it would be.  Jack Brickhouse, Harry Caray, and Ron Santo are all smiling up in heaven.

Let’s Go, Cubs!

 

 

 

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