Over the summer, I watched joyfully as my favorite team, The Chicago Cubs, had an excellent season. The Cubs haven't always been respected. They've lost more than they've won. But they were always my favorite. As a child, I loved every opportunity to attend a Cubs game. They were a distraction. And they were a role model. Even though they haven't won a World Series since 1908...they keep on trying. I haven't always stayed connected. My issues have sometimes prevented that. But they have always been a favorite. And today, I'm a little sad they didn't make it into the World Series. But I'm very conscious that they continue to do their job. They give me hope. They are the good guys who never quite get there. But they are still pure joy. For a woman growing up with depression and serious mental illness...they were and are...totally awesome!
I miss Wrigley Field. Sometimes in the summer, I ache to go to a game in person. I can't seem to get there. But the "Cubbies" are never far from my heart. I truly love them. This Chicago born and bred girl is still "in love" with her favorite team. I find this amusing cause I'm not really all that into sports. But baseball is a passion. And my favorite team has no competition in my mind and heart. I think that holding on to the hope that the Cubs have given me has been valuable for me personally. I see them as winners no matter what happens. There is something almost "Little Engine that Could" about it. In spite of the "Curse of the Billygoat", these athletes stick it out. (Look up the curse online if you are curious.)
So, today, after the loss to "The Dreaded Mets", I'm here to tell all the guys...I still love you. And I will love you until the day I die. Thank you for the years of joy and hope. You've been an example of survival for me. And sometimes that has been VERY important. I look forward to next year. I know, deep down, that next year is the year. Sending you all my love......and sending back a bit of the hope that you have always given me. Go Cubbies..........
I miss Wrigley Field. Sometimes in the summer, I ache to go to a game in person. I can't seem to get there. But the "Cubbies" are never far from my heart. I truly love them. This Chicago born and bred girl is still "in love" with her favorite team. I find this amusing cause I'm not really all that into sports. But baseball is a passion. And my favorite team has no competition in my mind and heart. I think that holding on to the hope that the Cubs have given me has been valuable for me personally. I see them as winners no matter what happens. There is something almost "Little Engine that Could" about it. In spite of the "Curse of the Billygoat", these athletes stick it out. (Look up the curse online if you are curious.)
So, today, after the loss to "The Dreaded Mets", I'm here to tell all the guys...I still love you. And I will love you until the day I die. Thank you for the years of joy and hope. You've been an example of survival for me. And sometimes that has been VERY important. I look forward to next year. I know, deep down, that next year is the year. Sending you all my love......and sending back a bit of the hope that you have always given me. Go Cubbies..........
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