As a lifelong Cardinals fan, I appreciate the loyalty of Cubbie fans. I go back to the Wrigley Field days of Ernie Banks, Billy Williams, Ron Santo, Don Kessinger, Glen Beckert, etc. We made an annual pilgrimage from St Louis to Wrigley once a season, and only Cub and Redbird followers remember how great that rivalry was.I’m a lifelong Cubs fan. And I’m talking, like, a real one. I watch basically every game. I’ve endured the last place seasons. Many of them.
I don’t blame Bartman. I blame Gonzalez for not turning the double play to get us out of “that” inning.
I often think about Bryant smiling on that ground ball as he fielded it threw it to Rizzo for the final out, making history.
I still smile when I remember how Michael Barrett beat the snot out of AJ Pierzynski on the South Side.
I still don’t understand why Piniella took Zambrano in the 5th inning at around 70 pitches.
My all-time fave squad was the ‘89 team. I insisted on playing whatever Little League position with my Shawon Dunston glove.
I could go on.
I’m sitting here smoking MM965, watching the Cubs game from earlier today. We’re up 6-3 in the bottom of the 7th. And I’m nervous. The bad guys have no outs and 2 on.
There’s not two things that go better together than baseball and a pipe.
Eamus Catuli