Alot of conversations in my life, and in the past few years in particular, have centered on the Chicago Cubs. People call this selfish, ignorant, or just a waste of time. People who aren’t one of us wonder how anyone can invest so much hope, so much effort, and so much faith in a team that hasn’t won a World Series in 100 years. Then you start to think to yourself, how can I do this? And then you stare ’69, ’84, and ’03 in the face…and you know exactly how you can do it. You don’t spend your summers wishing, and hoping, and praying because you want bragging rights or because you want the next edition of the baseball media guide to list the Cubs as World Series champions. The reason Cubs fans watch religiously is because the Chicago Cubs are bigger than all of us. 120 years of history is bigger than us. Heartbreak felt by an entire city is bigger than us. We are connected. The Chicago Cubs are not a baseball team. The Chicago Cubs represent a community. A community of people who have seen ground balls go between Leon Durham’s legs, watched as ’03 slipped away from us, and remember Santo and the black cat.
All too often, the Cubs have been the victims of shifting momentum, curses, and just plain bad luck. Unfortunately, these are the events that get remembered more often than the happier moments. Ernie’s 500th, K-Wood’s 20 K game, the Ryne Sandberg game, and the Gary Gaetti home run in ’98 are left behind as we center ourselves on billy goats and Bartman. I implore you Cubs fans, don’t let history repeat itself yet again. Keep the faith, don’t let anyone who’s not from Chicago tell you anything about the Cubs (or baseball for that matter), and most importantly…enjoy the ride. No matter what happens, in November, whether we’re World Champs or just one of the other 29 teams who didn’t win it all…let yourself sit back and say “It was one hell of a ride”, because I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it till the day I die: The best thing about baseball is…there’s always another one tomorrow.