The Chicago Cubs are back in the World Series
I love baseball. It’s a spring and summer game. And it comes to fruition in the fall.
It has history.
The Cubs haven’t won since 1908.
Two world wars have occurred since the Cubs last won the series.
The Cleveland Indians haven’t won since 1948.
Television has entered our homes and we put a man on the moon since the Indians won last.
No matter who wins a team that hasn’t won in decades will be the winner.
A perpetual underdog will win no matter what.
We know that 2016 has sucked so far. Two people that shall not be named have taken up most of the news cycle here in the country.
Now we can hear about Lester, Kubler, Schwarber, that’s a nice change.
I admit it. I want the Cubs to win.
We’ve flown across the Atlantic, stopped Polio, and put a man on the moon. It was a simpler time. If the Cubs win we will get a connection to that simpler time.
We need that connection now. We need to rally around the cities of Cleveland and Chicago.
We need baseball now.
Let’s connect with Walt Whitman:
“I like your interest in sports–ball, chiefest of all–baseball particularly: baseball is our game: the American game: I connect it with our national character. Sports take people out of doors, get them filled with oxygen–generate some of the brutal customs (so-called brutal customs) which, after all, tend to habituate people to a necessary physical stoicism. We are some ways a dyspeptic, nervous set: anything which will repair such losses may be regarded as a blessing to the race.”
It’s our game that will repair our losses. Baseball will heal us. Baseball will save us.