The end comes at last


I spend four months of the year in hibernation between baseball seasons, and then a month getting up for it in spring training, six months doing more suffering than anything else during the regular season, and then one last month on the outside looking in during the playoffs.

Being a Cubs fan is a lousy way to go through life. And the older you get, it starts to dawn on you that a lifetime of following the team is likely to go unrewarded, as untold numbers of fans alive today won’t be here when next year’s opening day rolls around.

It’s a losing racket, in the end, but one that I’ll probably never break free from, either.Let’s hope the cycle is broken somehow, someday.

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