|This is the first time I have seen Coach Strong smile in a calendar year.|
I didn't grow up watching baseball. I started watching it with Jamie's mom. I think we started watching ball when Jamie was in the hospital and then just because, hey, baseball. It wasn't my Old Man who taught me the rules of baseball, it was Jamie's mom when I was 20. They were kind of the team I liked, anyway, because as a kid I'd watch them on WGN mostly because I thought Harry Caray was hilarious. I was an adult before I found out - literally everyone thinks Harry Caray is hilarious.
Later, when the Cubs played the Diamondbacks when we lived in Phoenix, we'd always go to at least one game, and I really regret only ever making one Spring Training game, because it wasn't all that far from our house. And, we did make it to a Cubs game or two at Minute Maid Park before the Astros changed leagues. I'm still trying to plan a vaycay in Chicago next year to make it to a couple of games. I've only been to Wrigley once, but it was incredible. I like the new mega-stadiums, too, but seeing the Cubbies at Wrigley was just a blast.
Anyway, the Cubs have been just entirely terrible for most of the last 100 years. The fanbase, as near as I can tell, has some weird, masochistic thing going on where you learn the virtues of patience and eternal hope, because you never know when this year might be your year. And, for Cubs fans, it just never is.