The Chicago Cubs can be a frustrating team to follow. They can make you cringe in your seat or scream in ecstasy at a fantastic play. They can put you asleep on the couch before the fifth inning or they can leave you hanging until midnight when you know full well you have to be up early for work.
Chicago Cubs fans know that they haven’t won a World Series since 1908. That’s a long time and the longest drought between championships in professional sports. To put this into perspective, my grandfather was born in 1908 a month and two weeks after the Cubs won the series. My grandfather passed on just over twenty years.
Passionate fans swear that there is a curse. You can blame it on Goats, Cats or just about any other barnyard animal, but the true blame is just on the team. There is no curse, there is no “lovable losers” and someday, they will win it all.
Maybe I’m being too optimistic in their chances, but this is a team that gives me great pleasure watching on a lazy Weekend afternoon in the middle of a scorching July.
I’m here to tell loyal fans of the Cubs. Young and old. Purists and non purists. Baseball is a fantastic game. Families and friends can catch up on old times during the games while sharing a wobbly pop. They can play catch with their kids(I did that just yesterday) and they can share old stories of legendary players of days gone by. In a world sometimes torn by strife and hatred, baseball brings peace.
I’ve never seen the Cubs play. I’ve never been to Wrigley Field, but I hear it’s a hell of place. I’ve never seen them hoist the trophy.
Neither has my grandfather.