Another year down, another winless Chicago Cubs team.
Obviously that’s not the whole of your 2010 – you probably did some cool stuff, met some cool people. Maybe you graduated. Maybe you got a job. Maybe you got a house. Maybe you fell in love. Maybe you had a kid. Maybe 2010 was an excellent year.
But what ties us together is the Chicago Cubs, and our blind hope that, maybe next year, things will be different. So it’s only appropriate that, here, on New Year’s Eve, we gather together to lament that – with respect to our fandom – 2010 was a pretty crappy year. Whether it was Aramis slumping, Zambrano raging, or Piniella sleeping, the 2010 season has a thoroughly lost flavor to it. Like Fruit Stripe gum after two minutes of chewing.
And yet, all I can think about it the 2011 season. The promise of hope and possibilities. In that way, I’m a classic Cubs fan fool. This is the year, it’s gonna happen, and all that business. It’s a disease that I’m all too happy to suffer. A kind of heart disease – it’s not life-threatening, but it’s quite serious, in every sense of the word. And because I’m aware of the disease, but keep coming back to the cause, I can’t help but feel like a chump.
Will the Cubs ever actually win it all while I’m alive? It’s statistically probable; but, as any good Cubs fan knows, probabilities have long gone out the window. All I can do is watch, cheer, and suffer. A hopeful, hopeless chump.
Another year down, another chance for the Cubs to become champions. If they do, I’ll be there in 2011. If not, I’ll gnash my teeth and grip my aching chest.
And then I’ll be there again in 2012.
Happy New Year’s, fellow chumpions of the heart.