Loving my Chicago Cubs has been difficult recently. The owner is a Trump guy, which would be enough, but this summer they really hit me where it hurts.
They won the World Series five years less one month ago. It was one of the best evenings of my life, shared with TBG and Little Cuter and SIR, who sabered the top off a bottle of champagne his family had saved for just that moment.
Watching Rizzo catch the ball for the final out is a memory to recall when I need a smile.
Unfortunately, Cubs management traded away all that talent, talent which is now playing quite well for teams in contention to play in this year's World Series. They are hitting home runs. They are making great plays in the outfield.
It just makes me sad.
Sarah Spain and Michael Wilbon, Chicago born talking heads on a variety of sports platforms, said it separately and repeatedly - I don't want to hear about it.
Like them, I am not interested in how well the boys I loved are doing somewhere else. I want them all together in Cubbies uniforms, happily ensconced in Wrigley Field. For the first time in a very long time I paid no attention to the Cub's season.
Their loss broke a little piece of my heart. It's taking some time to repair.
My heart is broken too, and I don't want to hear it either. Feeling devastated and bereft.
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