No need to thank me. . . . .

Remarkable!  Amazing!  Astonishing!  Miraculous!   Phenomenal!  Incredible!  About time!  Noooo, I’m not talking about my new haircut.  I am talking about the CHICAGO CUBS victory in Game 7 of the World Series.    

The curse laid down in 1945 by Billy Goat Tavern owner William Sianis (he was asked to leave Wrigley Field because his pet goat Murphy – who he’d brought to the Field – smelled worse than most goats) is now over.  Done.  Kaput.

I like to think that I deserve some small margin of credit for the Cubs success.  Why?  You ask.  Okay.  What is the current year?  2016.  Two – Sixteen.  My birthday.  And how many games did it take for the Cubs to clobber the Indians?  Four of Seven.  ’47 – my birth year.  And they did it in extra innings (which is where I would like life to take me).  Soooo, it was bound to happen.  Two sixteen four seven.  In extra innings.  Yep.  So last March I put down $250 in Las Vegas on the Cubs winning the World Series in 7 games.  At 883 to 1.  Oh wait a minute. . . . I forgot that part.  Darn. 

Wait’ll next year. . . . .      

Could it be?

I watched The Game last night with friends. We clapped, chortled and cheered.  Held our breath.  And lo and behold – our collective elan carried the day. The Cubs won.  The Cubs are in the WORLD SERIES.  Be still my heart.  Four more games to a miracle. . . .

I’m sure the ACLU and many vapid millennials chafe at the political incorrectness of cheering for one “team” to succeed and for another team to buried in oblivion.  After all – how discriminatory.   Tsk tsk.  Nonetheless, I’m sure even those misguided souls would not object when a Chicagoan yells “GO CUBS” – “CLOBBER THOSE INDIANS.”  Unless they’re from Cleveland . . . . . . 

Temperature Rising

(Same subject – same month – different year.  My post of 10/15/2015)

When I was a kid, I had major Cubs fever. But I gave up on the Chicago Cubs years ago. And that put the kibosh on baseball altogether. I can honestly say that I have not watched or listened to a single baseball game in years. I have not watched a single inning of baseball save when I would get my hair cut and some game would be on the tube. If that happened, I would turn away from the screen. And watch the hair fall from my head.

The Cubs have been such a disappointment that I have not been able to bear the thought of them. In the last few seasons – Scout’s Honor – I could not name one player on the roster.

On Wednesday, October 7th, that changed. A resurrection if you will. The Cubs were up against the Pittsburgh Pirates in a one game, winner-take-all playoff. It was a 7:08 pm starting time. Why 7:08? Think military time. 1908. The last time the Cubs. . . . Anyway, I thought what can it hurt. So I had dinner, headed upstairs, piled pillows on the bed and turned on the t.v. Kicked back. And watched. And miracle of miracles. The Cubs won. Now, I have watched or listened to four games in a row. Last night the Cubs beat the Cards. And my temperature is rising. . . . .

So when the NL playoffs begin, I will watch. I am ready to be disappointed. But I will hope. And if the Cubs make it into the World Series, I will be watching. I have heard that Jack Brickhouse, Lou Boudreau, Harry Caray, Vince Lloyd, Ron Santo, Jack Quinlan and Ernie Banks will have front row seats for all the games. Oh and my idol – Hank Sauer (see 8/2/11)? He’ll be in the Cubs dugout — ready to head to the outfield if needed. . . .

I Shoulda Known Better

My post – “Temperature Rising” – was pie in the sky. Unreasonable expectation.  The light is out. The candle is extinguished. The day is done. The season is over. The Cubs once again have flopped.  Badly. 

The high hopes had yawned and awakened. That sudden rocket red glare of enthusiasm that came with the October 5th game against the Pirates.  Air pumped into a long flat tire.  But the flame has been doused. Cold water. Ice water. I mean losing 4 games in a row?? Come ON.  My tear-stained TV Forecast now gathers dust on the television.  Knuckles drag on the ground.  A sad face greets the world.  The Cubs have done it again.  The goat is alive and well. 

BUT. . .  just wait ’til next year. . . .  

Temperature Rising

When I was a kid, I had major Cubs fever.  But I gave up on the Chicago Cubs years ago.  And that put the kibosh on baseball altogether.  I can honestly say that I have not watched or listened to a single baseball game in years.  I have not watched a single inning of baseball save when I would get my hair cut and some game would be on the tube.  If that happened, I would turn away from the screen.  And watch the hair fall from my head.  

The Cubs have been such a disappointment that I have not been able to bear the thought of them.  In the last few seasons – Scout’s Honor – I could not name one player on the roster.  

On Wednesday, October 7th, that changed.  A resurrection if you will.   The Cubs were up against the Pittsburgh Pirates in a one game, winner-take-all playoff.  It was a 7:08 pm starting time.  Why 7:08?  Think military time.  1908.  The last time the Cubs. . . .  Anyway, I thought what can it hurt.  So I had dinner, headed upstairs, piled pillows on the bed and turned on the t.v.  Kicked back.  And watched.  And miracle of miracles.  The Cubs won.  Now, I have watched or listened to four games in a row.  Last night the Cubs beat the Cards.  And my temperature is rising. . . . .

So when the NL playoffs begin, I will watch.  I am ready to be disappointed.  But I will hope.  And if the Cubs make it into the World Series, I will be watching.  I have heard that Jack Brickhouse, Lou Boudreau, Harry Caray, Vince Lloyd, Ron Santo, Jack Quinlan and Ernie Banks will have front row seats for all the games.  Oh and my idol – Hank Sauer (see 8/2/11)?   He’ll be in the Cubs dugout — ready to head to the outfield if needed. . . .