I’m sure it’s because the offseason has been so dour, and because last year ended the ugly way it did, but man, I am CRAVING meaningful Cubs baseball as much as I ever have. The residue of discontent remains strong in the mouth, and I’d like to taste something else.
Games that matter. Tension to feel. Stats to track. Meaningful discussions to have. Standings to obsess over far, far too early in the season. Give me that stuff, man.
Of course, then my mind drifts to the Cubs dropping eight of their first ten or something crazy like that, and oh dear God the gnashing of teeth that we’d see then …
Still, it’s worth it. It’s worth it every year, of course, which is why we keep coming back, even after dour offseasons and ugly season endings.
So, here at the start of the week that’ll see the return of Chicago Cubs baseball, I’m stoked. I want it. I want that game on Thursday at 3pm CT in Arlington, Texas. I want Jon Lester up there on the mound Big D’ing it, and I want Kris Bryant sending one to Houston, and I want Anthony Rizzo at the plate ripping a two-strike single, and I want Albert Almora making a diving catch after just making a catch at the wall, and I want Willson Contreras picking off a fool at first, and I want Javy Baez doing something I couldn’t even pretend to imagine at this moment.
Just three more days, my friends.