It was forty years ago today ...
The day before, I recall as a beautifully warm sunny spring day. It was Monday of Easter (not spring) break, and everyone was out. We got out our mitts, and played catch for the first time that year. My best friend lived two houses down, so in our backyards we played catch over the neighbor’s in-between yard. She had her wash hanging out on the line – and we really pissed her off.
It was my idea. I was always the catalyst when it came to going to a Cub game. This was back in the day were you could buy face value tickets, at the gate, for that day’s game. So, I talked two of my buddies to go to opening day the next day. I was 12, they were a few years older. The only real issue was money. I remember I had four dollars – plenty.
The next morning, April 8th, 1969, was sunny and much colder than the day before. I wanted to leave early, but my two older friends didn’t, and so we settled on leaving at 10:00. Took the Pulaski bus north to Addison, walked with our transfers across the street and waited for the eastbound Addison bus. First one came in a couple of minutes – full, not one person on or off. Second one came … full, heard a Cub chant on the bus. Third, fourth, fifth bus – they didn’t even bother stopping. My heart sank, it was already late. Finally, on the eighth bus, which was still SRO, we managed to squeeze in, and we were off. When we got off at Clark, we sprinted to Waveland and Sheffield. Unbelievably, they had stopped selling bleacher tickets. This was a huge disappointment, again my heart sank. So, again we ran (actually I ran, the other two walked) back to Clark and Addison and got in line for general admission. We got in – upper deck grandstand, between Cubs dugout and bullpen.
Actually, I learned a lot from that experience. I went to eleven games that summer of 69, all the rest in bleachers. In 69, at least to a 12 year old kid attending with friends, the bleacher experience was other-worldly. The bleachers were cool, anywhere else wasn’t. For those games we arrived between 7-8 am, and sat anywhere we wanted bleachers. I’ll save some of those recollections for a post later in the year.
I kept score. What a magical lineup that opening day -- four (it better be four) hall of famers in the starting nine (a fifth HOF’er was managing). Fergie on the mound, Hundley catching. 14 – 18 – 11 – 10 in the infield. Williams anchored in left, the yet to become infamous Don Young in center, the yet to become heroic Gentlemen Jim in right. (OT: Trivia question – When Rose bowled over Fosse in the 70 allstar game, who got the RBI? Extra point – Who was the third base coach on that play?)
I’m sure all of you know that this was Willie Smith’s walk-off HR game. Funny, that night when I told my dad about the game I barely mentioned Willie, I couldn’t stop talking about Ernie opening the season with two home runs.
The honest truth is I don’t remember a lot of details of the game. Aside, from Ernie’s two opening HRs, someone on the Phils got two as well. After Ernie’s first HR I said to my friend (I was always the over the top kinda fan) “This year we win the world series”, I distinctly remember my friend saying back, “You’re a dumbass”.
It seemed to me that Fergie had dominating day, but the score doesn’t bear that out. In the top of the ninth the Cubs squandered a three run lead! The collective emotional letdown was something you could physically measure. It was compounded, for us in the upper deck anyway, by the demoralizing dipping temperatures.
There was a heavy set middle age guy and his wife sitting next to me. While clearly a Cub fan, he was the type of fan who could only root by criticizing his team. “Kessinger couldn’t hit his weight”, “Banks is washed up” – he actually said that when Banks made his first out of the year. After the game was tied in the ninth he had enough and left in disgust. That was only good thing that happened in the ninth. Top of the eleventh Phils went ahead by one, and now defeat seemed inevitable.
But there was something different going on that year. The fan enthusiasm going into bottom of eleventh was something I had never before experienced. I’m just a fan, but I believe this translates to the players. Jealously looking at the bleachers - they were going crazy, somebody with a yellow hard hat was walking on top of the wall, a trumpet was leading the cheers. I think Hundley led off with a hit, Willie Smith pinch hit, and a never-forget lifetime memory was made. Fans on the field, people hugging and high-five’n, we stayed a good thirty minutes afterword, despite the cold, just taking it in.
For sort of a dorky conclusion, as I was walking out, down the big ramp from the upper deck, I looked up and suddenly found myself walking next to Jack Brickhouse. I was completely unprepared, but shoved my scorecard in his hand and said, “May I have your autograph?”, he obliged while saying, “Keep mov’n son, times a wasting”.
Today is the 40th year anniversary of one the great games in Cub history, and at least to me, the greatest year. I have not seen any discussion or comments from the team as for plans to recognize this special group, but hope they set aside a weekend (not against the Mets) to officially honor these heroes. I don’t think there will be many left for a 50th.
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Wow
I was thinking the exact same thing!
"If I were playing third base and my mother were rounding third with the run that was going to beat us, I'd trip her. Oh, I'd pick her up and brush her off and say, 'Sorry, Mom,' but nobody beats me." ~ Leo Durocher
I was watching on teevee....
….thanks for offering the perspective from the scene!
Jeez, 40 years….
"[I]f we get a Jumbotron, I can't pull the instant replay thing on all the rookies. Every time there's a good play, we're like, 'Oh, look at the replay,' and you get the rookies to look at the scoreboard." - Ryan Dempster, 2 January 2009
by CaughtInTheVines on Apr 8, 2009 8:49 AM CDT reply actions
Thanks for this post...
… I wasn’t at this game, but you’re right. Up to the first week of September, it was a magical season. Wish it could have lasted longer.
Shameless plug! I wrote a long article about the 1969 team in the Maple Street Annual. If you don’t have yours, you can order one via the link on the right sidebar.
"That's my opinion and if you don't like it, well, I have others." ~ Groucho Marx
I got my opening day in the mail
Love it. I think I am enjoying it more than last years.
"That's what you live for. You live for the opportunity and when that day comes, you better be ready," Soto said. "I tried to make sure that whenever they gave me a chance, I was ready and I knew I had to take advantage of the opportunity."
by Madison Cub Fan on Apr 8, 2009 5:16 PM CDT up reply actions
great read, thanks
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
great read, thanks
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
you were sitting next to Worf?
There was a heavy set middle age guy and his wife sitting next to me. While clearly a Cub fan, he was the type of fan who could only root by criticizing his team. "Kessinger couldn’t hit his weight", "Banks is washed up"
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
I was thinking Blue Mike
"That's what you live for. You live for the opportunity and when that day comes, you better be ready," Soto said. "I tried to make sure that whenever they gave me a chance, I was ready and I knew I had to take advantage of the opportunity."
by Madison Cub Fan on Apr 8, 2009 5:16 PM CDT up reply actions
Great memories!
I was lucky enough to be only 5 in 1969, so I didn’t really realize how much the end of the season hurt. That feeling had to wait until college with the debacle of 1984. (This year is the 25th anniversary of that bunch.)
Should the Cubs formally recognize the anti-heroes of 1969? Is it a good idea to perpetuate the lovable losers mentality? Between the Ernie statue, having Ron Santo on the radio, and retiring Fergie’s number, I think we’ll have enough of the ‘69 team this year. We need to be looking to the future and planning for a pennant and a championship, not spending time on fond remembrances of a team that should have done the same but for myriad reasons didn’t. Should we be celebrating the 25th anniversary of the 1984 team? The 20th anniversary of the 1989 team? Let’s hope in 2029 we’re all around for when they retire Ramirez’s number and trot him out with his teammates as we all remember, with tears in our eyes, the year the Cubs finally brought us to the promised land.
"Any old kind of run wins it!"--Jack Brickhouse
by MannyTrilloFlipsTo1B on Apr 8, 2009 9:30 AM CDT reply actions
I'll concede that ...
… Santo, Banks, Williams, Jenkins, get ample individual recognition. But, I still would like to see some formal team recognition. I’d love to see a current team photo. I’d love to have a local media outlet put together a current interview montage, I’d love to see them stand at their positions on the field, while we give the longest standing ovation we could manage. It would be nice to see a plaque or some physical tribute somewhere in and around the park.
Again these guys aren’t going to make it to a 50th.
Actually, I think they will.
Santo — maybe not, with his health issues. But Banks’ mother just passed away at 98 — can’t imagine he won’t make it into his 80’s. Williams, too. Jenkins is 65.
But you’re right, let’s celebrate them now — by letting them all throw out first pitches at the Cubs World Series games in October.
"That's my opinion and if you don't like it, well, I have others." ~ Groucho Marx
GREAT STORY...
Really enjoyed reading it ,,,The days when fans could afford to see several games a year . With the cost of going to a game so high anymore we are seeing so few senior citizens in the crowd . To me it does not seem like 69 was 40 years away ….Go Cubbies..
I was 15.
My friends and I (I grew up in Kankakee) got up early and made it up to Wrigley in time to get general admission seats just past first base, just above the box seats. After Ernie hit his second home run, and after that inning (bottom of the third) had ended, he was trotting across the infield from the dugout to take his position at first when the crowd got to its feet and gave him a standing ovation. Classy guy that he is, Ernie just touched his cap to acknowledge the tribute. I still get chills down my spine thinking of that moment.
The game tying three-run homer in the top of the ninth was hit by Don Money (I can’t remember if he hit their first one).
When the Phils went ahead by one in the top of eleventh, I remember feeling complete despair. And the first batter for the Cubs in the bottom of the inning made an out, before someone hit a single (don’t remember if it was Hundley), and then Willie Smith forever engraved his memory into my heart.
We didn’t leave the ball park for a long time after that. After we did leave the ballpark, we just walked around Wrigley for quite some time, yelling and cheering with other random groups of Cubs fans. When we finally got to the L station, it was still really, really packed (probably well over an hour after the game ended). I remember reading the Tribune the next day (the game coverage was on page one, I think), and feeling that exuberance that I’d never felt before as a Cubs fan.
Thanks for sharing your memory of that wonderful day.
IF IT TAKES FOREVER!!
by Cubfansince1957 on Apr 8, 2009 10:04 AM CDT reply actions
Help me understand 1969.
I wasn’t around then (born in 1973), so I don’t really understand the romance of ’69. Was it because it was the first time the Cubs were really competitive? I was around in ’84, old enough to remember that, and they were as close to the WS as they were in ’69, but I never hear the same romantic descriptions of ’84. For a young guy like me, enlighten me on why it was so special.
Well...
For the full “back in the day” experience, you can look back to this thread from last August:
http://www.bleedcubbieblue.com/2008/8/6/588463/1969-survivors-unite
Here’s a quick capsule version from one of my posts:
I had a kid’s perspective, obviously, but ‘69 totally felt special from where I was. I vividly remember Willie Smith’s HR on Opening Day, and how the whole team just seemed energized all summer. Tons of Cub-related promotions at the supermarkets and so forth. The newspapers would run the "magic number" on the front page every day, my friends and I were all into it, and (the most amazing thing of all) after school started again in September they would actually let us watch the start of the game on TV right at the end of the school day.
You have to remember that it was already a heck of summer – the first moon landing was in July, Woodstock was in August, the political tension was intense, and the radio was playing stuff like "Whole Lotta Love," "Honky Tonk Women," "Come Together," "Proud Mary," etc.
So really, that summer was kind of a heightened time for the whole country. Having the Cubs in serious contention for the first time in over two decades was, in the big picture, pretty meaningless, but you know how baseball has a way of infusing those long, hot days….and boy, it sure did that year!
"[I]f we get a Jumbotron, I can't pull the instant replay thing on all the rookies. Every time there's a good play, we're like, 'Oh, look at the replay,' and you get the rookies to look at the scoreboard." - Ryan Dempster, 2 January 2009
by CaughtInTheVines on Apr 8, 2009 12:48 PM CDT up reply actions
Also Born in 1973
The Cubs actually finished closer to first place in 1970 at five games out than they did in 1969 finishing eight games out.. The Cubs were just 84-78 in 1970 and were 92-70 in 1969.
I believe people have such an attachment to that team because Banks, Santo, Forrest City, AR native Don Kessinger, Glenn Beckert, Billy Williams, Jenkins, Bill Hands, Randy Hundley, and Ken Holtzman were all together with the Cubs from 1966-1971.
There were only three players (Sutcliffe, Sanderson, Sandberg) that were with both the 1984 and 1989 NL East championship teams. The teams we grew up watching didn’t stay together like those late 1960’s-early 1970’s teams did.
"The big possums walk late." - Harry Caray
We grew up with them, those of us who were there.
The Cubs were bad when I was in grade school. By the time I got to junior high they were suddenly contenders (1967 and 1968) and then the favorites to win in 1969.
Another shameless plug: read my long article in the Maple Street Press annual on this team and I think you’ll understand a little better why we are still so attached to them, even though they never won.
"That's my opinion and if you don't like it, well, I have others." ~ Groucho Marx
Culture Change
Well, certainly part of it is influenced by your age at that time it happened. Same with music, you always have special spot for the music of your generation. This was true for me, I lived and died with that 69 team. But, you have to realize 1969 was just one year, we lived and died with that team for at least 66 – 72, and some players like 14, 10, and 26 we had grown up with for 10+ plus years. This was before free agency, and teams kept the same players, had the same identity, and – well it just was something that was easier to fall in love with. It didn’t have the mercenary feel we see today.
Al already touched on it, but the Cubs were literally a "second division team" for the entire decade of the fifties and most of the sixties. So, the fact we were walking up and competing, getting on the cover of SI, etc. was – shocking. I remember a series with the Cards that we swept I think in 67 or 68, it was like an unbelievable event that the Cubs could actually sweep the world champs in SL.
Also, and maybe this was a 60’s thing, but times were a chang’in. I briefly mentioned this in the post, but the 69 experience in the bleachers, while probably not that different than you might see today, was so FUNDAMENTALLY different than the years proceeding 69 that it was shocking. Orchestrated chants, getting the "ummmmmm" sign from Selma in the bullpen, getting at the ballpark at 7am, cheerleaders walking on top of the outfield wall, trumpets blaring, no RWW, all this to me was heaven. We didn’t sing Go Cubs Go, but we all made sure we saw #10 click his heels.
We are a little more conditioned to this stuff now, but 69 wasn’t just about a good team that didn’t quite get there, it was a culture change.
by BatCubFan on Apr 8, 2009 2:25 PM CDT up reply actions 3 recs
Exactly right.
Great post. Rec’d.
"That's my opinion and if you don't like it, well, I have others." ~ Groucho Marx
1969 for those around then
was the a lot like 1984 for me, born in 1976
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
It may have been worse in 1969
because it was a slow torture…watching a game vanish off the lead every day.
It was like watching a friend die a slow, painful, death and there was nothing you could do about it. The Cubs lost at least 16-games in the standings from the end of August to the end of the season.
At least — a Division title was won in 1984 and the horrible train wreck was over in three days.
This is why the Mets collapse of the past few years is so delicious to me, because it’s very similar to what happened to the ‘69 Cubs — passed by the Mets. Younger fans have no real hatred of the Mets — it’s all Cardinals or Brewers dislike now — but the friggin’ Mets — only 7 years old (Marlin-esque, to be sure, but at least the Mets had fans) pass the Cubs, headed to their first World Series.
Shea Stadium is gone, dead and buried, thankfully.
by San Diego Smooth Jazz Man on Apr 8, 2009 6:27 PM CDT up reply actions
SDSJM is right.
That ’69 team should have at least won its division. They collapsed, but the Mets also roared through August & September, finishing 37-9 (yes, read that again — 37-9).
The hurt came from five months of greatness and one month of disaster. Like 2008, 1984 was over seemingly overnight.
"That's my opinion and if you don't like it, well, I have others." ~ Groucho Marx
but, I remember thinking at the time
Somewhere around the second week of Sept, they were 1 or 2 games out, and I couldn’t understand the defeatist attitude. Heck, 1 or 2 games in Sept, relative to the Cub teams before, was fantastic. Goal still in sight. But, you could tell in the players, Leo, and especially the media – the fight was gone.
I sensed the same thing in game 7 of 2003. It is game 7 for God’s sake, and its like we were going to a funeral.
For that matter isn’t this the same thing that happened last year in Game 1? Were was the fight after LA took the lead?
You're right.
However, the 2003 Cubs weren’t the only team that had a game 7 in which they had the lead and could have won — the 1986 Red Sox did, too. But after you blow a lead in a game — or in a division like the Cubs did — it’s very hard to get your emotions back to where they were before and play the way you were before the collapse.
Even after the collapse in 1969, the Cubs managed to get to within four games with ten games left, and four games left on a homestand with the Cardinals and Expos. The Mets had just lost three straight to the Pirates and there was a glimmer of hope.
But the Mets were too hot and the Cubs couldn’t get their pre-September mojo back. The Cubs split those four games while the Mets were off on a 9-game winning streak that put it away.
Regardless of what anyone thinks, emotion and momentum do matter in baseball.
"That's my opinion and if you don't like it, well, I have others." ~ Groucho Marx
Not only do they matter....
but I would say in the September stretch drive, and then throughout the postseason, it’s THE most important factor. I give you the ’04 Red Sox (after their miracle comeback), the ’05 White Sox, the ’06 Cardinals, and I could name many others, who could have played until Christmas and not gotten beat. They were just too red hot and had too much momentum. In the playoffs, momentum is everything.
"Don't complain to me about the stormy weather, boys. Just bring the ship into port." --Steve Stone, September 2004
Last year's playoffs
In watching the playoffs on TV last year, the players lost their fight after Game 1 (if they had it to begin with), but not the fans. The crowd at the ballpark in Game 1 was an absolute embarrassment of a corporate crowd (with all due respect to any real fans who were at that game, but the real fans were way outnumbered by folks who had no business going to a spring training game, let alone a playoff game) but the crowd in Game 2 totally came to play. The cheers in the first inning were awesome, and then came the second inning. I think we all knew winter was fast approaching after that.
"Don't complain to me about the stormy weather, boys. Just bring the ship into port." --Steve Stone, September 2004
For me, as someone born at the end of 1952 ...
it was two related factors. First, I had NEVER EVER seen the Cubs in contention. Part of the excitement leading into Opening Day, 1969 (aptly described by BatCubFan) was that, in ’67, the Cubs briefly contended and then faded. In ’68, my memory is that they actually took over first place for a little while. I ( and many other long-time Cub fans) had never experienced the Cubs in first (understand that I am not counting the first few games into the season). This occurred later in the year (maybe June or so), and therefore, people were giving respect to the Cubs. 1969 was the year that, after knocking on the door the prior two years, they were going to break the door down (much like this year – people actually expected the Cubs to be good in ’69). But respect and Cubs in the same sentence were an oxymoron until 1969. So, like your first love, you can never forget the first time in your life the Cubs were in contention.
Secondly, the core of that team (outside of pitching) was Banks, Williams and Santo. We’d watched these guys excel year after year, playing for a bad team. I remember people around me not respecting those three because they played on a losing team every year. After 1969, regardless of what happened, no one showed a lack of respect to the three of them. I remember an article in Sports Illustrated in the early 70’s (it was one of their briefer articles) that compared major league hitters over the last five years. The conclusion of the article was that Billy Williams had been the best hitter in MLB over the last few years. I’d never seen a Cub described that way before.
It is for this reason that I think those three guys are revered. They persevered through a number of bad teams (without a hint of prima donna syndrome) to become the nucleus of a really good team that performed well for a number of years.
IF IT TAKES FOREVER!!
by Cubfansince1957 on Apr 8, 2009 2:52 PM CDT up reply actions
I'm a year older than you, but it was like the previous generation's 1984
In the sense that the whole area rallied around them.
Different in the sense that the core team was together longer than ’84, and the ’69 team was expected to contend.
Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true! --Homer J. Simpson
by Shanghai Badger on Apr 8, 2009 4:09 PM CDT up reply actions
Different Expectations
The 1969 Cubs were coming off two winning seasons in 1967 and 1968. The 1984 Cubs were coming off two fifth-place finishes in 1982 and 1983 losing a combined 180 games. Even with the acquisitions of Dernier and Matthews right before the 1984 season, I didn’t think the Cubs would even contend that year. Back then, I was happy the 1982-83 Cubs were world champions compared to the 1980-81 Cubs
"The big possums walk late." - Harry Caray
Didn't read everyone's comments in detail so don't know if anyone
answered the trivia question. My guess is Jim Hickman knocked in Rose.
A baseball game is simply a nervous breakdown divided into nine innings. ~Earl Wilson
Didn't remember Leo being there
I just remember my brother and I being very excited by the fact that a Cub hit in the run.
A baseball game is simply a nervous breakdown divided into nine innings. ~Earl Wilson
by tucsoncubsfan on Apr 8, 2009 1:48 PM CDT up reply actions
...the biggest disappointment ever in Cubs regular season history began to unfold
Sweet Lou for Mayor in '11.
Links
Here’s the boxscore as well as Al’s description of that game from his list of the greatest Cub homers.
I wish I’d remembered that April 4th was the 20th anniversary of my favorite opening day (I wasn’t born in 1969), when, in the 9th inning with the Cubs leading by a run, the Phillies loaded the bases with nobody out before Mitch Williams struck out the side. Scary but exciting.
"I'd rather play baseball than eat." - Andy Pafko
why did the cubs think young
who had a (bad) cup of coffee a few years before
was good enough to man centerfield
on a team that was otherwise good enough to be very good?
shouldn’t they have done something to upgrade that spot….
other than to rule 5 cleo james the next year?
but then, we didn’t have a particularly good front office then
Great post
This is one of the best Fan Posts ever. Please post more
"I won't be like A-Rod" - Z, 3/17/09
But I've had Sarge Pepper singing in my head all day
This is only the beginning....Lou Pinella end of '07 season and Chicago Transit Authority (the band when they were really good).
Yeah, let's celebrate failure!
Great article and all, but that ’69 club should not be honored.
so...
no living cub ever should be honored?
lame.
The shortest distance between two points is under construction.
by halfblindcubbiegirl on Apr 8, 2009 3:25 PM CDT up reply actions 2 recs
Indeed and rec'd
Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true! --Homer J. Simpson
by Shanghai Badger on Apr 8, 2009 4:10 PM CDT up reply actions
If we had something to celebrate and
remember, don’t you think we’d be doing it?
This is all we have. The late Rick Talley, a Chicago sportswriter, wrote a book in the 80’s regarding the team — it was simply titled — if I remember correctly, as I have the book stashed away — “The ’69 Cubs.”
Obviously, since it was the first Cubs team to contend since 1945 — there’s significent merit to the squad.
Using your logic, we may as not well discuss 1984, 1989, 1998, 2003, 2007 and 2008.
by San Diego Smooth Jazz Man on Apr 8, 2009 6:17 PM CDT up reply actions
An excellent read, I might add
“The Cubs of 69” is one of my favorite Cub books that I could re-read over and over again.
Dude, get real.
No one who reveres the ‘69 team is celebrating failure. It’s called loyalty. I wasn’t around in 1969 and even I understand that. Wake up.
"Don't complain to me about the stormy weather, boys. Just bring the ship into port." --Steve Stone, September 2004
End less summer of 1969
I too was 12 yr old Cubs fan in 1969. I have never forgotten what it felt like being a Cubs fan that year. The great emotional roller coaster that baseball season was. The great life lessons learned by a 12 yr old that year. Of all the Cubs seasons since then, 1969 has always been the most heartfelt. Only a World Series championship season will undo the heart break that 12 yr child has carried with him for all of these years….LOVESICK
I was 12 years old too. Agree 100%
A baseball game is simply a nervous breakdown divided into nine innings. ~Earl Wilson
by tucsoncubsfan on Apr 8, 2009 5:18 PM CDT up reply actions
I remember listening to that
game, many of huddled around a transistor radio while playing intermural 8th grade basketball in Westchester, Illinois. I remember the HR to this day.
I have no idea what happened in the basketball game, though.
by San Diego Smooth Jazz Man on Apr 8, 2009 6:10 PM CDT reply actions
Pulaski north to Addison?
I grew up on the West Side, went to OLA (yes, the one with the fire – shortly before my time there, I was inn the new building) and am just a couple years older than you. I turned 15 that summer.
Tell me more…
... grew up around Fullerton/Pulsaki
OLG was our the nearest catholic schol, the two friends I mentioned went to Weber. I went to a Lutheran grade shool on Belden/Ridgeway, and then Lane Tech.
Those who don't understand the passion toward the '69 team...
…I think are missing a key element. Everybody who has oozed passion for the ‘69 team in this thread was a kid then. For those us who grew up as Cub fans in any era, perhaps this one as well, the Cubs were SOOOOO important to us when we were kids. We didn’t care about paying the bills or wars or politics or any of that stuff – the Cubs ruled our worlds! And we were all so used to abject failure even the faintest glimmer of hope was cause for utter, blissful joy!
I was five years old in 1969 and didn’t really know what was going on. My revered, unforgettable team was the 1977 team. That year, albeit ultimately a sub-.500 one, had so many magical moments! I managed to regain a lot of that child-like passion in college in 1984. but for every successful team after that it wasn’t quite the same. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a huge fan, but I don’t think even a World Series champion squad could evoke the same passion in me as that 1977 team – when I was a kid and the Cubs ruled my summers…
by MIMuggles on Apr 9, 2009 11:28 PM CDT reply actions 1 recs
pretty good little band.
amazing they only made records for 6-7 years.
"If you play more than two chords, you're showing off."--Woody Guthrie
by buckmulligan on Apr 11, 2009 8:53 PM CDT up reply actions

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