Cubs baseball starts tonight. This makes me nervous. So it’s time for another stream-of-consciousness post on my team.
Sweet little daughters – this was at the game the day after Zambrano’s perfect game. Remember when the next day, the game got moved to Milwaukee? And tickets went on sale on a Sunday morning and I texted my husband – who was at church music practice – and said, “Wearegoingtothecubsgameokay? Okaybye.”
Sometimes we go to a game around our anniversary in May. He does it for me – and we always end up having fun. (Well, okay, as long as the drunk older lady next to him stops sitting in his lap…)
And most years we have a party with friends to celebrate the opening day – cracker jack, hot dogs and some semblance of brownies decorated with Cubbie blue. I’ve done this every year since my kids were little.
This year the game doesn’t start until 9 pm, so we’ve had to delay our party til another day. It’s a crappy, gray day outside. A day that was – honestly – quite blah.
On a day like this it’s hard to imagine a hot summer’s night with the Cubs game on the radio – stopping to get the kids surprise ice cream because.
It’s hard to see the end when you’re just beginning. #logic
But the hype is good and true and so very valid. I’d quote numbers, but I’ve made it pretty clear I’m no good with stats.
Late last summer I wrote THIS POST about the Cubs and how I came to love them. Somehow I feel like my love and fandom should make up for not remembering numbers and stats and what inning that amazing play took place…
Then they lost. And everyone said, well, Kelli, they weren’t really expecting to get this far, so you shouldn’t be upset.
Um… not upset? DO YOU NOT HAVE FEELINGS, PEOPLE??
Eventually I got “over it.” I mean, it is just a game. (it’s just a game, it’s just a game…this is why God did not allow me to be the mother of a son in baseball – I couldn’t handle it. #competitive)
And the anticipation has been ramping up all winter. And I can’t decide what’s better or what’s worse:
Or hope that starts too high and has nowhere to go…but down.
Surprise hope is last year: Bryant, Schwarber, Rizzo. Fun with friends over wins and Cub player/manager antics on and off the field. Surprise joy with free tickets to go to a playoff game. Fun with my daughter who began to be interested in the game.
Then there’s this year.
Listen, I’ve bought tickets to two games so far.
(Actually, three – but one is the Texas Rangers because I get to visit their ballpark! Check another park off the list!)
I’ve hung the schedule to track with my non-ESPN-worthy tracking system of smiles and frowns.
I’ve bought three Cub shirts for myself and two for my daughter.
I’ve signed on to be a coworker’s Support System to Talk Him Off the Ledge If and When They Lose a Game. THIS IS A BIG RESPONSIBILITY. But I am ready.
I’ve followed practically every Cub account on Instagram and Twitter.
I’m choosing to look at this with High Hopes. Nowhere to go but down? Maybe this is the year with nowhere to go but up.
We got this, Team.
This is the year!!!