I sit here, 500 miles away from Wrigley and shake my head. When are the gentrified, SUV driving and nostalgia driven masses going to finally say that enough is enough?
I was born 62 years ago next month in Chicago and family myth says that I came home in Kiki Cuyler's stadium jacket. Like my father before me, I make the annual pilgrimage to the North Side - from the hub of the Great Lakes to the Hub of ignominy. Last year I even genuflected at Harry's Throne. I pay premium rates
to get WGN in the city and have a satellite dish on my my own little piece of paradise on a bay in Lake Huron for the same.
My Cub roots go very deep. Dad had a try-out with the Cardinals in 1929 at Wrigley Field, but my sainted grandmother wouldn't let him sign - too much like joining the circus. Had she said yes, godonlyknows if he would have made The Bigs, but I'd have been spared the pain of a life time of blue and red angst.
I will return again in September, but this time I will go the Sox-Tiger game. I quit on Sammy when he missed 17 consecutive cut-off men and I am now quitting on the Cubs.
This isn't "next year". It's my "last year".
The feelings from Bob D. are echoing through Cubdom. Yesterday I was outside of Des Moines wearing my Cub hat (sun protection) when a fan came up to me and said "hey, go cubs" we chuckled for a bit. Next we discussed the sad state of the Northsiders. He said that he makes an annual trip to Wrigley Field, he won't make the trip this year. What I am trying to say is many long suffering fans feel the same way Bob does.