I bleed Cubs' blue. In my first baby picture I'm wearing a comically oversized Cubs hat. The photo captures my hands reaching up toward the cap and, although I'm sure baby me was about to knock the hat off, I still tell people I was just adjusting the visor. Basically, I love this team.
And we suck. We've sucked for a zillion years. The last time the Cubs won a pennant was during World War II. The last time the Cubs won the World Series was 1908 -- 1908!
Think about that for a second. The last time the Cubs won the World Series we didn't have many modern conveniences, and I'm not just talking about TV and the internet. The internal combustion engine had just been invented, so 99% of all people didn't own a car. In other words, the last time the Cubs won the World Series most of the fans arrived to the games by HORSE. In the stands that series would surely have been some veterans of the CIVIL WAR.
But I can take all that. After all, the Cubs are one of life's lovable losers, like Homer Simpson or the Jamaican bobsled team. Yep, I can take all the losses. But why, oh why, must the universe see fit to give the Cubs' arch rivals, the St. Louis Cardinals, World Series championships about every 15 minutes?
Addendum: A genius retired yesterday. Tony La Russa, the three time World Series champion manager of the St. Louis Cardinals, retired last night.
Despite my stripes as a Cubs fan, I've never had anything but respect for this classy, brilliant man. Over two decades I've watched him outmaneuver one Cubs manager after another while winning pennant after penannt, World Series after World Series.
And what a way to go out! Win a thrilling 7 game World Series, then hang 'em up. It reminds me of Michael Jordan retiring the day after hitting the winning shot for his 7th NBA title. And perhaps that's a fitting comparison, since Tony La Russa really is the Michael Jordan of managers.
As an oft vanquished foe, I tip my hat to you, Mr. La Russa. Bon voyage and Good Luck!