Don’t know if you heard, but the Cubs lost.
My dearest darlingest Grandmothers, who never forced me to eat food I didn’t like, both emailed me within twelve hours of the final loss of the season. Both were full of Grandmotherly wisdom:
Gramma W chimed in: Dear #758 (get it? She’s using my number from my 5K race) we are sorry but we did all we could
do!!!!..now comes the Red Sox..XXXX OOOO
My reply: Dear Gramma – Well, um… I don’t know. It’s just that for us Cub fans, it’s hard to be super duper happy about a team that has so recently triumphed. We wanted our turn. (Can you hear me pouting and stomping my foot???)
Grandma M chimed in a bit later: Really, Kelli. Did you honestly expect the Cubs to win? I have been waiting for that to happen for 86 years. WAIT ‘TIL NEXT YEAR!
My reply: I’m sorry, Grandma. I didn’t mean to hope. 🙁
Pull the pom-poms out of my shaking hands and pour me a glass of tea. I need to face reality.
SuperBoy has been taught that “we do not call people stupid.” Then during one of the recent Cubs games, I yelled out, “Stupid Cubs!” SuperBoy’s look was priceless. “Mommy, we don’t call people stupid!”
Me (in my motherly wisdom): Well, the Cubs are indeed the one group of people I will allow you to call stupid.
A few innings later, a Cub player hits a home run. SuperBoy, in his newfound freedom to use certain words yells: Stupid Cubs! Stupid Cubs! Stupid Cubs!
That was a couple of weeks ago, still today he brought up the Cubs again: Cubs we can call stupid. People we cannot call stupid, right mommy?
Me: Yep. You’ve got it right.