As a young one I was a huge fan a baseball. HUGE. I played, I enjoyed, I collected… I really enjoyed it. Around 1992 my enjoyment of the sport – all aspects of the sport – simply stopped. I’m not sure why but it just vanished.
Yea, I remember watching Cal Ripken break Lou Gehrig’s consecutive-games played record. I wasn’t really excited about it; I simply figured it was some form of history in the making so why not watch? There was the whole Mark McGwire/Sammy Sosa home run race in 1998 that tickled my fancy once again, but I couldn’t really get back into it for some reason. The 2003 Cubs season changed a lot of that as it was the first time I felt the excitement and passion once again. While it did not come close to what I had in my childhood, it was back all because of the lovable losers, the Cubs.
I don’t really watch the games on TV, nor do I go to Wrigley to catch an afternoon outing. I tend to catch the highlights on ESPN or check into Cubs.com everyone once and awhile… but there is still something in me that gains great enjoyment from the sport, something that makes me say I’m a Cubs fan…
I’m glad the season is here. Maybe this will be the year…