In rememberance…
It is with a heavy heart that today I officially admit to myself that a great hope has vanished from the face of this earth. Along with its demise go the hopes and dreams of millions of Americans and others around the world. Many recognized months ago that their dreams would end without fulfillment. For others, like me, we clung to our dreams in the faith that they could still be fulfilled. Of course, I am talking about the dream, shared by untold millions of people, that the Chicago Cubs would finally win a World Series.
Wrigley Field, to many of us, has always been hallowed ground – a place of tradition, inspiration and beer-soaked, sun-drenched joy. Today it stands as a crypt where our crushed hopes and dreams are interred beneath its cold soil. As in past seasons, the outfield ivy will turn red and nobody will be there to see it. Today Wrigley Field stands only to remind us of what has not been for more than a century, what will not be this year, and what will likely continue to be withheld from its hope-filled visitors. Wrigley Field, it seems, is infertile ground whose grounds are incapable of bearing championship fruits.
Year after year, the faithful turn out to fill the stands in the hope that, finally, this is THE YEAR. Each year, however, there comes a point where each fan realizes that THE YEAR belongs to the future. Each year bitterness, disappointment and heartbreak descends one-by-one into the hearts and minds of those faithful dupes who never seem to learn. For some the moment comes in May or June. For the more masochistic among us, we hold on until August or even September where we calculate and recalculate Magic Numbers and watch the Wild Card chase. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, we continue to repose our hope in a team that consistently disappoints us. In psychology they call it codependence.
I sat at a minor league stadium on Tuesday as the Cubs prepared to begin a home series against the worst team in baseball, the Washington Nationals. I remarked to my friend, who had been asking me for weeks if I had given up on the Cubs yet, that they really needed to sweep the Nationals. Throughout the course of the game, I watched the out-of-town scoreboard with growing dismay as the Nationals mounted a huge lead. I began to think, “Well, maybe if they take two out of three…” realizing even then that I was in denial. Wednesday came and the Cubs roundly defeated the Nats. I thought maybe they had turned a corner; maybe the lightbulb had gone on. And then yesterday’s game. Yesterday the Cubs showed the world that they lack the heart of contenders – that they are content with the “Lovable Losers” moniker. They showed the world that this was certainly not THE YEAR.
And so we look forward to football season, putting another baseball season behind us, our dreams unfulfilled. But, this year we would do well to consider whether it is healthy year after year to set ourselves up for yet another disappointment. When April rolls around and we look out at another baseball season, will we be telling one another, “This is THE YEAR?” I hope not. And yet, I know that I will likely be lured into the recurring dream. And all of us know how that dream ends – with bitterness, disappointment and heartbreak. Maybe next year.
2009 CUBS, R.I.P.



