Cubs Baseball and My History
WGN broadcast Cubs Baseball. This much is certain. WGN also worked a negotiation to be on every cable package across America. That negotiation lead to a young Kentucky kid growing up to be a life-long Chicago Cubs fan. Baseball is one of those things that I love. In fact, behind my family, I would argue that baseball is the thing I love most in life. I love playing the game, I love watching the game. There’s nothing about baseball that I dislike, except how it ends in October. Former Commissioner of Baseball, A. Bartlett Giamatti once wrote:
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall all alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.”
A Facebook friend posted that quote earlier, and it set my mind into a whorl about how I feel about what I refer to as the Holy Game on a regular basis.
Over the dormancy, the roots gather strength, and it emerges again in the fair distant warm places in the spring, gathering it’s strength from the very heart and soul of America herself. Continue to be like an amazing perennial bush that blossoms and bears it’s fruit all summer long. The scent lingers, causing you to hunger for more, and during the dark cold nights, you know that soon, as the days begin to grow longer again, the holy game will return. You remember the stories you heard at your grandfather’s knee, of the greats like Paige and Foxx, Doerr or Williams. Of the heartbreak of the Red Sox that so many take enjoyment from.
The game of Doubleday… the double play tandem of Tinkers, Evers and Chance. The game of Ruth, Mays, Aaron, Banks, and Mantle. The game played in the sandlots and the game played in mammoth cathedrals. The game that truly has become a representation of what the dream of America is. This truly American institution. This wonderful and amazing game called, Baseball. And while the gates at 1060 West Addison have shuttered for the final time in 2017 for Cubs Baseball. The ever present spark still burns, lingering as an ember in the hearts of the Cubs Nation, that Next Season is right around the corner.
The James Earl Jones Monologue from Field of Dreams
One of my inspirations is Field of Dreams. Specifically, the James Earl Jones monologue truly speaks to me. In case you’ve never seen it,