Even after the Cubs are out of the season, baseball does go on. So what’s a girl to do when her team o’ peeps is home with their families watching ESPN, playing golf and having nightmares about the double plays they hit into?
A girl finds out the following:
1. Which team has not ever won the World Series or which team has gone the longest without winning the WS?
2. Who are her friends cheering for?
3. Which team has the least annoying/irritating/maddening history with the Cubs?
The answer to all three questions this postseason is the Colorado Rockies. And now I’m finding out what it is like to cheer for a team and have them actually pull through and win. To watch a game without flinching with every pitch. To watch as a hitter takes the count deep and then hits a three run homer! I didn’t even know that was possible!
The bad side to this postseason is having to listen to Chip Carey (or, as I call him, “Chipper Chip Chip”) and Bob Traitor Brenly call the games. (Bob is the Cubs’ announcer and should not be calling these games. If you call a loser, you are a loser. Go home and play some golf.) Chipper Chip Chip is given to superlatives (I don’t know what those are really, but he is given to them) and I hate his stupid “he gloves, guns and gets his man” and “He comes in, he goes out” after a home run. Go home and play your pickin’ guitar, Chippy. (My dream team of announcers? Bob Costas and Steve Stone.)
I love baseball and am a faithful fan of the game. I am a girl, however, so my remembrance of stats is not good. Men are amazing in their ability to spout off things like, “Back in ’86, there was this game where Smith struck out the side in the 6th. And Jones went 0h for six, even though he had a .386 batting average going into the postseason …” Whatever. I just know that it feels good when you win, it stinks when you lose.
So, go Rockies. Next year it’s our turn.