I turned on the TV the other day, and there was a baseball game. My first reaction was, "Wow!" Yes, it's that time of year again. I like sports--football, basketball, and so on. Maybe I like watching them because as a kid I was so bad at playing them.
My father was a fan; maybe that's why I was as a kid. We lived in Chicago. His team, therefore mine, was the Cubs. As a grownup--in this column--I tend to describe them with three "h"s--hapless, helpless, and hopeless. They weren't so bad back then--they won the pennant in, I think, 1945, though they stayed true to form by losing the World Series to, I think, the Detroit Tigers in, I think, seven games.
Oh well. Here we go again. Do old Cub ghosts--a brilliant third baseman named Stan Hack, a sometimes slugging outfielder who nickname was "Swish" --do they get to watch? The Cubs, by the way, haven't won a pennant since '45..
The Washington team--the Nationals--made the playoffs last year but not--it's more complicated now--the Series. This year? Ya gotta have hope. That's part of the charm. .