Cubs fans are an insufferable bunch. Not only do they find ways to cling to hope or convince themselves that there were curses when probably there weren’t, I’m not one to throw caution to the wind and tempt fate, if there were curses then probably, there were, so now every Cubs fan from the tips of Florida to Cape Spear (and beyond) are yelling, “This is the year, we’re better than we were in 2016!” Hell, I know, I’m one of them. Ask my wife how many times she’s heard me say, “Yu Darvish, Oh my God the Cubs are going to do it this year!” She’s heard it so much since his signing that sometimes she wakes up in the morning, passes me in the hallway and says,” Ooh, Yu Darvish!” real sarcastically. It’s really kind of scary the way she says it, now that I think of it. She’s mocking me, but in the back of her mind she knows that the Cubs have become the team to beat in the National League this year.
Maybe I’m the one who’s insufferable. Naw, incorrigible is more like it.
“The camaraderie, the coming together of the group,” Joe Maddon said. “Four years together now, really unique. A unique camp in the way that the guys interacted, meaning they’re getting together as a group, talking about subjects outside of baseball. They’re becoming even better human beings just by interacting with each other.”
It’s poetry, man.
People are talking about a Cubs Dynasty in the making. A World Series and three appearances in the NLCS does not constitute a dynasty in my books. In my day, now sit down kids, a dynasty was three championships in a row. Montreal Canadians, Edmonton Oilers, New York Yankees those kind of teams. The Cubs have been impressive but not a dynasty until they win two years in a row( 108 years between championships to where they are now gives them two in a row in my books)
It’s Opening Day. It’s not just about the start of a new baseball season, it’s about new beginnings, new hope and all things that spring eternal. The Cubs team sure do look embarrassingly amazing heading into this season. There’s no more World Series hangovers and players have settled into a groove. Sure, they won the World Series after all those years but heading into this 2018 season, the Cubs are on a quest and not just to pick a spot at Clark and Addison to put the statue of Joe Maddon with the plaque,”We didn’t suck” underneath, but the quest to finally bring a World Series to Wrigley Field.
I’ll leave you with a baseball prayer:
“They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn into your driveway, not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door, as innocent as children, longing for the past. “Of course, we won’t mind if you look around,” you’ll say, “It’s only twenty dollars per person.” And they’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it, for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll walk off to the bleachers and sit in their short sleeves on a perfect afternoon. And find they have reserved seats somewhere along the baselines where they sat when they were children. And cheer their heroes. And they’ll watch the game, and it’ll be as they’d dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come, Ray. The one constant through all the years Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.”
–Terence Mann Field of Dreams