Did I ever tell you that I live in the Chicago area? Probably.
Did I ever tell you that I am an incurable St. Louis Cardinals baseball fan? Undoubtedly.
Saturday night, my feet suddenly felt ice cold, as in “hell just froze over” cold. That can only mean one thing and one thing only. Only one.
Did I ever tell you something using the words ‘one’, ‘only’ and ‘thing’? Of course.
The Cubs won the NLCS and are on their way to the World Series.
I was afraid to go to church last Sunday morning. It was not because it was sell your house and follow me Sunday. It wasn’t. No. There was a distinct possibility that church attendance would be drastically reduced. After all, the rapture certainly occurred overnight and the world was about to end.
That will only occur if the Cubs actually perform the impossible and win the Series.
My next door neighbors are absolutely koo koo. Nuts. Hog wild excited. The other night, they brought ‘Cub cakes’ to me — chocolate cup cakes with white frosting and a big blue W on top. It was Be Nice To Someone Whose Team Is Not In The Playoffs For The First Time In Six Years day. I think they were hoping their kindness would break the Cubs out of their scoring slump. Apparently that worked.
Tonight, while I was mowing the lawn, my neighbors suddenly emerged from their house, yelling and screaming and waving a huge white W flag while marching around me. Cub fans are a little dense. Never taunt an angry man who is pushing a gas powered machine with whirling, sharp blades.
I joke. I only mooned them…… (_._)
Now they have placed a little white W flag on the fence facing my house, a solar spotlight illuminating it so I can enjoy viewing it all night. Yay. Yippee.
Lest any one forget, I have failed miserably in raising my son. He is a Cub fan.
I knew that this time was coming. The Cubs were too good last season, barely missing the World Series. I imagined escaping to a remote island on the Pacific, a refuge from the heckling, scantily clad island girls feeding me grapes and bringing me Coronas. What I have discovered by weathering the storm is that this might be one of the most pleasant experiences that I have ever had, rivaling the celebrations I have had watching my Cardinals winning the World Series multiple times. Seriously. Cub fans are ecstatic, civil, giddy.. and it is truly enjoyable watching them celebrate. I haven’t missed an inning of the Cubs’ playoff games the past few weeks, doubt that I will miss a World Series game. This is fun. It really is.
Don’t expect me to go overboard. I would rather WATCH the celebration, not actually declare my love for the team.
See you at the end of the world. It could be coming reaaaaaaaalllllll sooooooon.