Odd that Al's pen was still wet after writing the Carmella story. Shortly thereafter I was talking to my Dad whio is 75. We hadn't talked in over a week (my bad) He was livid over the DeJesus trade. "It makes no sense. salary relief" I thought he was gonna have a stroke. Not kidding. Tried to convince him there had to be a plan in place. But you know what I can totally understand. I have to have faith in the way things are going.
I was born in Peoria in 1960. My Mom and Dad were part of the great midwest migration to California in the early '60's. I grew up in the Long Beach area. I was always a Dodger fan. My Dad would try to get any tickets to Cub games that he could. This was in the early 70's. Most times Cubs would get their butts kicked and I would laugh all the way home. My Dad cussing me all the way. In "75 he happened to run into one of the Wrigley neices. She told him , Bill, anytime you go back to Chicago, let me know. Twice we went in'75. Had to go to some office building on Michigan Ave. Mention this womans name and we got 2 box seats. I mean right behind the3rd base dugout.
I don't know how to describe my first trip. can't tell you if Cubs won or lost. Stupid as it sounds. I was too overwhelmed by the park. Think of "Field of Dreams" It was just really over the top for a 15 year old. I was immediately hooked and have been since. To a non-baseball fan I know that sounds very strange, indeed. What is it about being in the stands there? We all have felt it. What do you call it? Not Iowa, but sure feels like heaven, huh?
I guess in essence I'm trying to tell all the old-timers like me not to give up hope. I know you won't though. We are not fair -weather fans. We are Cub fans! "nuff said!