Strike 3, Again
There are only a few things that I passionately care about in this world.
When I was in my middle school years, I cared about:
1. tennis
2. doing well in school
3. The Cubs
When I reached my teenage years, I cared about:
1. girls
2. doing well in school
3. The Cubs
As an adult, I care about:
1. My family
2. My friends
3. The Cubs
The Chicago Cubs have been constant in my life. They have also been a constant messenger of pain and disappointment every year. For the second straight year, they’ve been swept in the play-offs.
I can’t really explain why I love to cheer for these bunch of losers. Perhaps maybe because my Dad use to love them also. Watching the Cubs, talking about the Cubs, and going to the Cubs game a couple of times were the only things that I can remember that my Dad and I shared with each other.
My Dad use to love the Cubs, but he’s pretty much given up on them. I think the pivotal moment was when they lost the fated 2003 National League Championship Series, the Bartman Series. Since then, he doesn’t have the same passion anymore when watching the Cubs.
I remember when I was young when he would ask me to tape every single Cubs Game and I would watch the games again with him when he got home from work. While watching the game, I would keep my other eye on him and I would see him twitch with every swing of the bat.
Now, I have to remind him that there’s a game on and he would say “yah.”
It’s just as good that he no longer lives and dies with every single Cub’s Game. He has been through many disappointments in his life already. He deserves to cheer for a winning team.
Perhaps, I should do the same…







