By now, you may be aware that the Chicago Cubs won the 2016 World Series. The Wife has said that she thinks that I feel that the day the Cubs won was the “greatest day of my life”. I, of course, said that January 21, 1979 (the date of my birth) was, in fact, the greatest day of my life. But this Cubs World Series Championship ranks very high up on the list. Probably, if I’m being honest here (and I usually am), it ranks higher than it should. I can't help it, though. I remember growing up watching the Cubs play day games on WGN… Harry Caray and Steve Stone... Sandberg, Sutcliffe, Dawson, Grace, Dunston and Maddux (but not Sammy Sosa… I hated that sonofabitch)… I was still a wee little lad in ’84, but I remember the stories… I
do remember ’89 and how close they came to winning the NL. At that point, I figured it was just a matter of time until they won the NL and made it to the World Series. I figured wrong. There were some good years here and there, but none (in my opinion) were as good as the ’89 team. Until last year. Last year I saw a team that was fun to watch. They were young and they had a manager that looked like he was fun to play for. Then in the off-season they went and got some free agents to complete the team. I knew things were looking good when word got out that at least some of these free agents passed up more money from other teams to sign with the Cubs. Then this season came along and I watched them win and win and win all while fearing the “other shoe” would drop and they would lose. But they didn’t (well, they lost
some games, but not many). Through it all, I had this strange feeling of “this is the year” mixed with “I may very well live my whole life and
never see them make it to the World Series (much less
win it)”. Well, as of yesterday morning, I don’t ever have to worry about the negative part of that feeling. If they never win another game, I’ll still have 2016.
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