Go! Cubs! Go!
Go! Cubs! Go!
Hey, Chicago, Whaddaya say?
Cubs are gonna win today!
Let me tell something about going to Wrigley Field this past Sunday: The Northsiders know how to show love to their baseball team. They play this song after each Cubs win:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9XtDyDUjIU
I got your earworm going now, don't I? Maybe I'm still basking in the glow of a great if short weekend, but singing that song Sunday was right up there with listening to Sweet Caroline during the Seventh Inning Stretch at Fenway. Those of you familiar with that just went bum bum bum, didn't you?
Baseball wears tradition like that comfortable old cardigan you can never throw away. You might have to patch it up until the day you die but you never lose your love for it, treating it almost sacredly along the way. The same with baseball. It runs through a family thicker than blood.
It's said you can't beat the classics. I'll tell you what: you can't beat baseball. An afternoon at a Cubs game reminds you of that.
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