I love the Sports Section of the paper--full of happy endings and sad ones--stories that seem, unlike those about, say, Congress, to have a point and end.
Sunday football: During the NFL offseason, the Philadelphia Eagles traded 11-year veteran quarterback Donovan McNabb to the Washington Redskins. The two teams played yesterday in Philadelphia. The Philly fans, often rowdy, gave McNabb a standing ovation. He led the Skins to a 17-12 victory over the hometown Eagles. So McNabb, of course, gets the last word. "Everybody makes mistakes in life," McNabb said after the game, "and they (the Eagles) made one last year." Well, yes. Point taken.
Then I read about baseball.
The MLB season ended yesterday. I know, I know. That's only the regular season, the playoffs haven't started yet. But if you root, as I feebly do, for the hapless--hopeless--I never know which to use--Chicago Cubs, the regular season is all there ever is. They finished next to last in their division, sixteen games out of first place. Their manager, I think I read somewhere, said he'd hoped they'd do a little better.
I can't imagine why.
The Cubs--lovable losers, Chicago sportswriters sometimes call them, but who loves losers--last won the National League pennant in 1945, losing the World Series to, I believe, the Detroit Tigers. They last won the Series in 1908, 102 years ago. Now that's a losing streak.
The poet Alexander Pope once wrote, "Hope springs eternal in the human breast." But not if you're a Cubs fan, sir. Not then.