As one who lives in perpetual Cubs-mania, I should have been ready for this. I can’t focus. I can’t concentrate. Today I can only think about a baseball game that will be played later tonight. And I’m not alone.
What I like best about this postseason is seeing and hearing Cubbie nation come alive. I love seeing people, buildings, and homes decked out in Cubs logos and W flags and emblems. Random strangers greet each other on the street with “Go, Cubs,” and with the weather being so nice, we can hear celebrations from the neighborhood and downtown when something good happens in a game.
Because the Cubs and Indians have been around so long, there is a lot of history presented in the broadcasts and news coverage. The years 1908, 1945, and 1948 have loomed large in this epic World Series featuring two classic teams with long-suffering fans. How great was it to see Eddie Robinson from the 1948 Indians at the game on Tuesday night? Ryne Sandberg posted a picture of himself and Andre Dawson yesterday on Instagram. Eddie Vedder led a sing-along with the late Harry Caray on the video board at Wrigley Field on Sunday.
I have friends who are fans of other teams: White Sox, Cardinals, Red Sox, Yankees, Mariners, Dodgers, Tigers, etc. They have been great. Baseball fans, regardless of their allegiances, understand that this postseason has been quite a tale, and the ending will be written tonight.
Cubs fans just need to remember to breathe for the next twelve hours or so. That won’t be as easy as it sounds.