Ho hum! Another spring, another nail-biter for Cubs fans.
My Best Friend is still smarting from the end of football season and has been glued to the sports pages as pitchers and catchers reported for spring training. Now he tried to catch a few innings of the pre-season games.
Silly me. I was under the impression that Soriano had been traded. Still, there he is in the outfield and he booted a routine ground ball. My BF explained that it’s all economics. Soriano’s contract figures, when added to his age, makes it risky for other teams to take a chance. Fortunately, his five home runs, as of this writing, sound hopeful.
Castro is a year older, but maybe that’s a plus. If he added a few degrees of maturity when he added a candle to his birthday cake, we can hope.
I watched the other day when they interviewed the Cubs’ general manager. I hope he knows a lot about baseball, but he certainly wasn’t around when Abner Doubleday set it all in motion. I hope all he really has to know is who will fit into the game plan for the season and he doesn’t have to look like Doubleday to know that.
My BF claims to be one of the oldest living Cubs fans. He went to his first game at Wrigley with his dad, his uncle and his cousin when he was 8 years old. It takes him back a long way, but not far enough back to remember the last time the Cubs won the World Series. He hopes they can do that again — and soon! He wants a champagne toast while he can still lift a glass.
Dad was not a sports fan. You name the game, he wasn’t interested. So I came to the Cubs as an innocent prepared to believe they were the best.
I listened to the World Series when I was in fourth grade. Miss Hoadley was a big Cubs fan and brought a radio to school so we all listened to the games while working on our King Arthur scrapbooks. I had no idea what the cheering was about, but then there wasn’t much for Cubs’ fans to cheer about.
My BF took me to Wrigley as one of our first dates. I recall a brisk wind off the lake, it snowed and the Cubs lost. Was all that trying to tell me something?
Liz Ciancone is a retired
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