Chicago Cubs Win!
I miss my Grandpa Harding. I realize that’s an odd way of starting out a post regarding the Chicago Cubs winning the World Series, but trust me, it will make sense in a moment. There are two teams that have been constants in my life – the Chicago Cubs and the Kansas City Royals. My Grandpa Harding took me to my very first baseball game at Wrigley Field. I don’t recall how old I was – I’m fairly certain, but not positive, I was less than ten years old. I just remember that we drove from Galesburg to Chicago and I was bored. During the trip, during the game, I was so bored. My grandpa tried to teach me how to score the game, but to a sub-ten year old, it was a bizarre schema of lines, letters, and numbers that might as well have been ancient hieroglyphics. Then we moved to Kansas City.
I don’t know what it was that clicked inside me, but I suddenly understood baseball – the mystery, the pageantry, the ongoing consistency of baseball. Maybe it was unlocking the hieroglyphics, perhaps it was recognizing the patterns, but I finally understood the correlations to everyday life. The eternal hope of Spring, the nigh-unbearable drag of Summer, the everlasting determination of Fall, and the promise of Winter’s rebuild suddenly made sense. I lived for baseball and I began to see the parallels to everyday life. More importantly, I recognized the same in my grandpa. It bonded us. Regardless of whether I’d moved on to the Royals, we still shared that Cubs kinship. He’s long since passed, but I’m sure wherever he is, he’s enjoying the Cubs winning the World Series, and I can’t help but smile.
Bonus Cubs Material
Here are some videos and quotes I’m sure my grandpa would’ve loved:
Before that there was…
And before that was the first night game at Wrigley Field…
Here’s the daily quote I posted yesterday:
Every player should be accorded the privilege of at least one season with the Chicago Cubs. That’s baseball as it should be played – in God’s own sunshine. And that’s really living.
People ask me a lot about the values I got from playing for the Cubs for so many years. The value I got out of it was patience. A lot of people these days are not very patient.
One thing you learned as a Cubs fan: when you bought you ticket, you could bank on seeing the bottom of the ninth.
There are plenty more Cubs quotes that I could use, but I’ll let you discover those for yourselves.