Play Ball

It’s the Cubs home opener today.  I missed the first couple games but I don’t think I missed much.  They are 0-2 after all.  Good times.  Good times.

Anyway, I post this every year.  And it makes me cry every time I see it.  Every.  Stinking.  Time.  I am such a sucker.

So here it is again  You might want to have some tissues handy

 

 

 

Oh, it’s over?

I see the baseball season has finally come to an end.  Now, people that know me know that I love baseball, and especially the Chicago Cubs.  I may love baseball and the Cubs more than just about anything.  But this year, I don’t think I saw a single Cubs game after the All-Star Break.  And if I am being honest, I don’t think I saw many before the All-Star Break either.

There are many reasons for this of course.  I was working full time for the first time in 12 years.  WGN seems to be carrying fewer and fewer Cubs games.  I didn’t have time to get to Wrigley Field this year.

However, I believe the #1 reason why I washed my hands of the Cubs so early this year is this:

They Sucked.

And I have stood by them through a lot of losing seasons.

We lost 101 games this year.  101.  Yeesh that’s a lot of games to lose.  You almost have to be trying to lose that many games.  Of course that means we won 61 games. But that is not  a good average.  In fact we only won about 37% of our games.  Hideous.

We even had a losing record at home for crying out loud.  In the Friendly Confines.  With all the Cubs faithful in attendance (although maybe not so much this year).  We were 38-43 at home, and an even more dismal 26-38 on the road.  Embarrassing.

So, once again Cubs fans wait until next year.

In the meantime I will be rooting for the As this post-season. Just because.

Batter Up

The 2012 Major League Baseball season officially started yesterday, but in my opinion it really started at 1:20 this afternoon when the Cubs took the field at Wrigley for the first time this year.

Anyway, it’s opening day, and you know what that means.  It’s time for Eddie Vedder’s awesome song.  So here it is.

If you are at all like me you might want some tissues handy.  It makes me cry every time…

103,801

A couple of days ago I got an email from the Chicago Cubs ticket office.  They were happy to inform me that I had moved up on the Season Ticket waiting list.  And now I am number 103, 801 in the queue.  Wow.

There is nothing encouraging about this.  Wrigley Field has a capacity of 41,160 people, assuming they have sold every seat behind a pole, and every last Standing Room Only ticket.  And they almost never do sell all that SRO space.

But anyway, if you do the math you will see that 103,801 divided by 41,160 is about 2.5. That means, according to my calculations, the entire stadium would have to turn over two and a half times before I get to the top of the queue.  And that is assuming every ticket in the park is a season ticket, which it is not.

So I am not optimistic about my chances.  But I will keep my name on the list anyway, just in case.  Who knows, maybe someday Princess O and the C-man can use those tickets.

Batter Up

Beautiful Wrigley Field

Well, it is opening day ladies and gentlemen. And yes, I know that technically Other Teams have been playing baseball for a couple of days already, but for me and thousands of misguided Cubs fans everywhere, the season starts today at 1:20pm central time.

The forecast in Chicago calls for rain with a high of 45 degrees.  Not the best day for a ballgame, but we will take what we can get.  Wear your parka’s everyone.  And don’t forget your mittens.

T always teases me about my blind love for the Cubs, and how I am always convinced that this is the year.  Well, even I don’t think that this year.  The front office has made some spectacularly bone-headed moves.  Too many to document here.  I will just say I am the most upset about losing Ryne Sandberg.  I cannot believe they let him slip away.  Now he is managing the Phillies AAA affiliate, the Lehigh Valley IronPigs.  Oh the sickening irony.  (And I have GOT to get me a Lehigh Valley IronPigs T-shirt.)

Of course, for me the biggest question today is what to wear.  I have an extensive Cubs wardrobe.  Four jerseys, a sweatshirt, and six official t-shirts.  Eight if you count my I-Cubs T-shirt and my Holy Cow T-shirt from Harry Caray’s (and I do).  It’s a hobby.  And an addiction.  Every year I go to the ballpark and every year I say to myself “you are not buying any more Cubs T-shirts”.  And every year I buy one anyway.  Sometimes I don’t pay very much attention to myself.

So here we go again.  Ryan Dempster is today’s starting pitcher.  Not Carlos Zambrano. Hah!   Suck it Carlos (sorry Mom).  I will be parked in front of the TV at 1:20, and I am sure I will be yelling at the TV by 1:25.  It looks like it could be a long season.  But let’s leave on an optimistic note.  Plus this song always makes me cry.  In a good way:

Batter up

Cubs tickets went on sale today.  Normally this means a busy day for me.  First I eat a hot dog for breakfast, put on some of my lucky Cubs gear and spend the morning frantically dialing the phone while sitting in the virtual waiting room online.  But not this year.

Why not?  I will tell you why not.  Because I am angry at the Cubs.  Yes, I am angry.  Would you like to know why?

I am angry because they traded Ryan Theriot.

I am angry because they traded Mark Fontenot.

Of course I am always mad that Zambrano is still on the roster. (Why?  Why????)

And, I am especially angry that they did not hire Ryne Sandberg as their manager.  Now I think I understand why they passed him over, but it still pisses me off (sorry mom).  Not only did we pass him up in Chicago, we didn’t rehire him in Des Moines either.  So now he is gone, gone gone.  I believe he is managing the Philadelphia AAA club.  Oh the sickening irony.

So I will pass on the first day of ticket sales madness this year.  The team was so wretched last year I am pretty confident I can get tickets to something this summer.  I am really not worried.

 

Da Cubs

We spent yesterday at Wrigley Field.  I love Wrigley Field.  It is my happy place.  I have loved the Cubs for so long I can’t remember a time when I didn’t.  I know, it’s pathetic but there ya go.

So yesterday we took the whole family out to the ballgame.  I bought the tickets back in February when they first went on sale thinking a game in September had the potential to be Really Interesting, provided the Cubs were still in the hunt.  How silly of me.  Instead, they are eight games back of first place in the Central Division.  Oh well, you can’t have everything.

Sarah and her boys had tickets to yesterday’s game too so we all went up on the El together.  This is always very interesting with five kids.  It’s kind of like herding cats.  But we made it, and we even had all five kids with us when we got there.

It was Carlos Zambrano bobble head doll day at the old ballpark.  For some reason he is playing soccer.  Soccer?  Is this a subtle hint to Carlos from the organization?  I have never been a fan of Z’s, perhaps I shall run over mine with the car.

The kids had a fabulous time.  They ate nachos and pizza and cotton candy and popcorn and drank Pepsi.  I had a hot dog and a large Diet (naturally) and an Old Style.  Tom had a brat and a couple of beers.  I did not keep score.  This is unusual for me.  But, I kind of liked it.  I could just quietly watch the game without trying to figure out every single play as it happened.  I still love keeping score but it was kind of fun to have a break.

The game got off to a bad start when we gave up three runs in the first inning.  Oops.  But in the end the good guys prevailed and we won 7-6.  And I got to hear them play Go Cubs Go.  Awesome.

I took a ton of pictures but of course I forgot my camera cord because I am an IDIOT.  So once again you will have to wait for photographic evidence.  Maybe I will post those after I finally post some pictures from Alan and Diana’s wedding.  Oy.

Da Cubs

I am very very angry right now.  The Cubs have traded Ryan Theriot to the Dodgers.  Oh, and Ted Lilly too, but I am not as concerned about that.

LINK

I know you can’t get emotionally attached to players (even though I do it all the time) and I know nobody is safe.  The trade deadline is fraught with peril for people like me.  And I.  Am.  Pissed.

Meanwhile, we still have an overpaid, overrated pitcher with anger management issues on the roster.  Any takers?  I didn’t think so.

Bastards.

Odds and Ends

We have been watching a lot of baseball with French commentary lately.  It is hugely entertaining.  I cannot understand much of what they are saying, but on the other hand, I don’t have to listen to Joe Morgan.

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Speaking of baseball, Lou Piniella has announced he will retire at the end of this season.  Do you know what this means?  I’ll tell you what it means.  It means chances are excellent that Hall of Famer  Ryne Sandberg, one of my favorite Cubs players ever, and current manager of the Iowa Cubs will be managing in Chicago next year.  And then he will lead the team all the way to the World Series.  Things are gonna change, I can feel it.

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We have been spending a lot of time at the apartment complex pool during our stay in Montreal.  It’s very different than the local pool at home. For one thing, it’s over the children’s heads everywhere.  So I cannot sit and read magazines, I have been sitting on the edge of the pool playing life guard.  The pool does have one life guard.  But when we were there last week I saw him standing at his little station smoking a cigarette.  It does not exactly inspire confidence.