Faster than you can say "dropped third strike," the Chicago Cubs transformed themselves from World Series contenders to "rebuilders." Or, baseball speak for, "we must get rid of a few guys."
To me, nothing beats highs in the 60s/70s, lows in the 40s/50s and low relative humidity. In the daytime, the sun feels warm, like a friend, not like its evil twin in the dog days of August. Since I was a kid, jeans and a sweatshirt were my favorite things to wear.
I am fascinated with the scoreboard at Wrigley Field. It is made of sheet steel, as are the numbers that are manually adjusted by operator Darryl Willson to reflect the scores of the games going on at any one time in the National and American Leagues during Cubs baseball games.
Thanks to the post-season success of the Cubs, Chicagoans are emanating a palpable sense of hope and unity. But as the North Siders square off against the New York Mets for the National League pennant, Mayor Rahm Emanuel is poised to deliver a crushing blow.
When my 2-year-old son Jamie was an infant, I watched the final three outs of a Cubs loss on television with him in my lap. He broke out in crocodile tears and that stereotypical loud infant shriek, in perfect timing with that third out.
With Games 3, 4 and 5 expected to turn Wrigleyville into an even bigger madhouse, the average secondary market price for Cubs NLCS tickets across all three games is $1,218.42.
Sometimes you don't really appreciate something - or someone - until decades later, when, instead of sitting in the stadium at the big game, you choose to listen to the game over crackly AM radio waves because it feels like childhood and simplicity. Because it feels like home.
I used to live in the shadow of Wrigley Field and absolutely love the town, the neighborhood and the fans. I consider myself a casual fan, until the calendar hits October. At which point, I become a fan of whoever the Cubs are playing. Why, you ask? Here are my five-and-a-half reasons.
From the moment the postseason schedule was announced -- and the Cubs' name FINALLY appeared on it -- the phrase, "The Cubs are on" has reigned supreme as my go to response for, well, everything.
How's this for irony? When the movie "Back to the Future II" came out in 1989, the joke was self-evident: Things are so crazy in the far-off world o...
This year the Cubs and my ALS have had a lot to do with each other. Baseball is an eternity of a season (ask my girlfriend Elizabeth who has uttered "They play again tonight") that lasts a 162 games in a 188 days. It is a true war of attrition. A lot like ALS.
"I lost a bet on a Cubs game and I have to watch 100 gay guys jerk off on this site as my forfeit. You are number 13. Will you click next please?" Suddenly, I felt incredibly protective of all the other masturbating gay guys.
On May 16, two local teams, Yarra Glen and Warburton Millgrove, faced off for the second annual Pride Cup, an event organized to promote inclusiveness and acceptance of gays and lesbians on the sporting field. The two teams wore special uniforms featuring prominent rainbow designs to mark the occasion.
Last year, we welcomed more than 25,000 people to a spectacular beach which, to me, has the feel of a little piece of Nantucket right here in Bridgeport, Connecticut. This summer, we expect even more kids and families to create great, new memories on sunny days.
What won't be comforting however is looking back at your life and realizing that you have spent it living someone else's. So don't! Go out there and explore, grow, visualize the best version of yourself and achieve it! You are on this Earth not to be a passive observer but an active participant! Screw living someone else's life -- here's to living YOURS!
What would make you renounce your homosexuality? An all-expenses-paid Caribbean cruise? A sleek new Jaguar? A million dollars? For one gay Chicago baseball fan, it was tickets to a Cubs game.