I've been a Cubs fan since I was a teenager in the 1960s growing up watching the team on WGN here in Michigan. I lived and died with them since then and I always had this 'little boy' fantasy about owning Cubs season tickets.
But life has a way of going on around us and dreams like these often evaporate into 'bucket list' wishes amid the reality of jobs and kids.
Baseball holds on to your heart though.
When I got married, my bride became a Cubs fan in self defense. The 1984 team hooked her just as the 1969 team had hooked me. Over the years, we attended Cubs games when we could, usually a game or two a year as time allowed. Mrs. Zeke saw the Cubs LOSE the first thirteen games she attended in person- including game 6 of the NLCS in 2003. But she never wavered in her love - of the team (and me, mostly).
We added our name to the season ticket wait list after 2003, knowing we were years away from seat 'contention' and looking ahead to some day - after we both had retired - when the Cubs would tell us that our 'number' had come up.
Well, Mrs. Zeke and I got the letter today offering us Cubs season tickets. Blink once. Blink twice. WHAT?
Nearly thirty years of marriage; two kids in college; two full-time jobs (and my summer job working for our local minor league baseball team) and still years away from retirement - and the opportunity comes.
After peeling my wife off the ceiling of the kitchen when she read the letter from the Cubs, we looked at each other and said "Now what do we do?"
I'm not sure yet, but if you've ever seen the movie "Fever Pitch", the scene of Jimmy Fallon running out into the snow-covered street to greet the FexEx man holding his box of Red Sox season tickets keeps coming to my mind - especially the part where he tears open the package and sniffs the pages of tickets.
The images are hard to shake.
Just replace 'Red Sox' with Cubs.
Anyone interested in going in on a pair with us?