There is no sorrow in the world of sports like being a Cubs fan. Chicago is one of the greatest cities not just in the Midwest, or United States, but in the world. But the invisible fence around Wrigley Field seems to prevent joy from ever entering the friendly confines.
Maybe it gets lost in the ivy. Or blown into the tiny whitecaps of Lake Michigan on its way to the North Side of the Windy City. Maybe the goat ate it. At any rate, fans are kept on pins and needles from that first pitch on opening day to that moment when the Cubs have lost their last game. The real reason Cub fans are blue? It's from holding their breath all the time.
Carlos Zambrano, who not long ago pitched a no-hitter after concerns he had a tired arm, couldn't get the win needed last night against Torre's Dodgers. Cubs defense was sloppy, the offense quiet, and the fans sat pale-faced, patiently waiting for a moment to cheer about something. The strange part is that the Chicago Cubs have a rockin' team this year. I mean, they're really good. It should at least be good baseball, not the slaughters we witnessed Wednesday and Thursday. Manny doesn't need another World Series ring.
And yet the series isn't over. The Cubs remain a great team. They just need to get their groove on. Cheer up!
Here's something to make Cubs fans smile. Remember how the cameras would find chicks in the bleachers, and Harry would invariably slur, "There's a couple of lovely fans, enjoying tonight's game." And just try to imagine him pronouncing this year's roster. Ought to be good for a chuckle. Or, think back to when Sosa popped his cork on the field. That's funny now, right?
Keep the faith. Don't look back. And in the words of the great Yogi Berra, "Who the hell put mustard on this thing?"
There Is No Joy In Wrigleyville