This city, Washington, is in its August daze--hot, humid and helpless, It maybe because I'm old now, but it seems a little more bearable. Baseball is an example. In the olden times, when this city's team was in the American League, its slogan was, "Washington: first in war, first in peace, last in the American League." Today the team, the Nationals, leads its division and may well make the playoffs. Imagine!
If you want an enduring image of lousiness in baseball, try the team I grew up with, the Chicago Cubs. Last won the pennant in1945, though even back then they had an outfielder whose nickname was "Swish" for the sound his bat made when it missed the ball. My Cubs last won the World Series--none of us was born then--in 1908.
I worried a little when this year's Chicago team was in last place, okay, but only ten games out of first. Shouldn't have, they started playing down to standard and were sixteen games out the last time I looked.
Lose, Cubs. It's what you do really well. And I'll pull for you no matter what. That is something I'm used to doing well.