By
The Big Guy
Senior
Contributor
So, eight
more shopping days until the end of the world, twelve more shopping days until
Christmas, and nineteen more shopping days until the fiscal cliff. Seems to me
there’s only one thing to talk about: baseball. Sixty shopping days until
pitchers and catchers report.
I know I
have mentioned before that I remain a Cubs fan. Feel free to leave a comment to
that effect but no fair using the word “pathetic.” It’s just too easy. It
occurred to Mrs. Big Guy that we hadn’t yet heard from the guy from whom we
purchase our season tickets. Again, no fair using “pathetic” or “idiot” for
that matter. Actually we are part of a group that shares a pair of season
tickets. Today you need to be a part of the one percent to have your own pair
of season tickets for all eighty-one home games. For that matter you need to be
a part of the one percent to be able to afford to be over-served at the
ballpark.
Anyhow, we
have Wednesdays. So all thirteen home Wednesdays from April 10, when nobody
much gives a damn, until September 25, when nobody much gives a damn, there
we’ll be, cheering on the home team, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine and
wishing that if they can’t give us a decent team they could at least give us a
Jumbotron out there in left center. Nobody said I was a purist.
To be as kind
as possible, you could say that this is the second year of a three or four or
five year rebuilding process for the new régime. To be as honest as possible, you
could say that this is the one hundred and fifth year of an infinitely long
rebuilding process. I am a firm believer that since everyone knows that the
Cubs are going nowhere this season, that a great finish would mean coming in
maybe third in our division, that the team might want to give out free gifts to
fans who attend the games, perhaps a Mini Cooper, especially on Wednesdays. I’m
thinking that’s highly unlikely. Perhaps when we get our bill for our share of
the season tickets they will be substantially less expensive than last year
when the Cubs managed to lose a hundred and one of the hundred sixty-two games
in which they participated. Probably not. I hear rebuilding costs money.
So we’ll root,
root, root for the home team, enjoy the fresh air and sunshine, content in the
fact that while the home team may suck, at least we made it past the fiscal
cliff and even the end of the world. Nice.
5 comments:
Pathetic.
No fair!
Loyalty can be painful: I root for the Cleveland Browns. And my Reds aren't always the greatest but they have moments of glory.
fleshpot, your Browns are going to get crushed on Sunday.
Big Guy, how did you guys get Wednesday? Did you draft days? Did you ever all sit down and pick definite dates that you wanted? This process intrigues me greatly and seems very efficient.
I would love to say there was a method to the madness. But we joined an existing group. Years ago they just decided to divide it up by days. He came to us and said the guy who had Wednesdays was moving out of town. Did we want Wednesdays? We said yes. Great games don't pick what day of the week they happen.
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