The recent release of Clark the Cub has made me suspicious of the Cubs culture. A trade brings in prospects, big name free agents are not on the Cubs radar and it has been over a century of "maybe this is the year". Wrigley is the second oldest stadium, celebrating its hundred year existence this year. The new owners, the Rickets Family, have brought on Theo Epstien as general manger. Theo has bought and sold talent like they were working blue chip stock options. Now they say they have four names in the minor leagues that bring a hope for the future. What is the future and how can you prove the future will develop?
Granted the past does not have lot, but when will this current Cubs way be enjoyable? Should every Cubs season ticket holder receive a Clark the Cub hard hat in preparation for the remodeling of the sacred Wrigley Field? Will the hope of draft picks and international signings be enough to keep away the Cubbie Blues? Averaging ninety losses a year over the past two seasons is a downer.
The future always looks bright for an optimist, and Cubs fans have proven to be the number one sports fans in optimism. There is always next year. There is the Ivy that will grow and turn green. Day games are the staple of the home games, Chicago dogs are known to fall in the basket on a home run ball and then opposing teams home run balls are know to be thrown back on the field. In other stadiums that is an excuse for being escorted out by security; in Wrigleyville, it’s an excuse to buy someone a beer.
Now the Cubs culture is youth and players that have names that are hard to pronounce. Cubs conventions are headlined by players who have prefrontal lobes that are not fully developed and maybe that’s a good thing. There is no curse, but there is a contagious mindset that this organization will never win a World Series. Change is hard to accept but it is easy to deceive with change. Bring on a new mascot, name him Clark, and boom, you have developed a new fan base of young gullible fans that have no knowledge of the history of the team. A cub is identifiable for a child, it’s small, furry and has parent who is known as a bear. That same bear is known as Da Bears, Monsters of the Midway in Chicago, they play a sport that has players risking their body and mind. It’s a sport that has made a shift in becoming more F & F friendly (Females & Fantasy sports).
So bring in a cuddly cub, bring in hope of the future, charge fifty dollars a bleacher seat and bring in a new TV contract. This is something the Cubs fans- who remember the Black Cat, ‘84, ‘89, "Let’s Play Two", Harry, Santo, Bartman and the modern day Cy Young who got away- will find difficult to deal with. While you are at it, change the name of the L Train to the W Train, change the Ivy to padded walls, change the name of the Wrigley Field to Wrigley Stadium (Jeff Gordon reference), make the seventh inning stretch into the seventh inning nap, sing the ABC’s or the alphabets of foreign languages at the conclusion of the seventh inning nap to teach all fans in attendance how to pronounce the names on the back of the players.
In conclusion, as a lifelong Cubs fan, I hope it all works out. I hope this team does develop. I hope the Cubs win a World Series in my lifetime.