Anyone seen any pigs flying?
Has hell frozen over?
A lifelong Cubs fan, I know the drill. There are periodic bursts of brilliance followed by the more frequent theatrics of the absurd. If you looked hard enough you could find a reason to keep watching, to hold out hope. Failing that, it was an opportunity to get a nice tan sitting in the bleachers.
But not this year.
This year, the Cubs are a team of youth: boys who either don't understand or don't care about the history of the curse of the billy goat, the black cat, the attempted capture of the foul ball by the man who shall not be named.
But there is also some experience. A few baseball veterans who can impart some wisdom to these young upstarts who don't know any better. But not too much wisdom to freak them out. To quell their fighting spirit. To put the hex on their natural athletic abilities.
The Chicago Cubs this year are a magical team, led by a savvy manager. Embraced by a hungry fan base.
They're fun to watch- rookie after rookie making play after play, hitting balls out of the park, rubbing their caps in solidarity. You've gotta love these guys.
They think they can do it. So I have to think they can do it. I'm buying in despite 107 years to the contrary.
Go Cubs Go!
Hey Hey, Holy Mackerel!
Fly the W!
I'm ready for a World Series run at Wrigley.
But this year, I really mean it.
