Year in and year out. Next year. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait until next year. A century plus. Cubs fans raising Cubs fans, who raise Cubs fans. The never ending disappointing cycle of let down generation after let down generation.
Make a move. Make a trade. Buy your tickets. Get a program. Look at the roster. Watch the scoreboard. Follow the off-season. Complain about non-moves. Relish in the potential of team additions. Listen to sports radio. Blog about your favorite team. Buy a jersey. Wear the jersey. Wear out the jersey. Watch name on said jersey get traded. Buy new jersey. Repeat.
Watch games on television. Join the new age of sports voyeurism and subscribe to an on-line service to watch your favorite team. Hope for the best. Expect the Worst. Enjoy Spring training. Analyze spring performances and talk about this being the year for a certain youngster. Write up your preferred roster, line-ups and rotations for the regular season. Disagree when the big club decides otherwise.
Give too much credence to an outstanding April. Dismiss a crap start to the season and believe May is when the bats will turn themselves around. They always do, right? Sit in the sun and bake in the dog days of Summer. Stand for the anthems and stretches. Applaud your favorite celebrity and guffaw over confusing cameo selections of has-beens, never was and never will be’s.
Wait for winter meetings. Wait for trades to be announced. Wait for pitchers and catchers to report. Wait for the games to count. Wait for the pitchers to settle in and the bats to wake up. Wait for the all-star break’s say in where you stand. Wait for clincher. Wait for the playoffs. Wait to not be swept. Wait to make the playoffs. Wait for a shot at a World Series. Wait and wait and wait.
Root for the veterans and hope for the rookies. Cheer on the new hope that a new manager brings and say goodbye to their expected or promised dream results left unfulfilled. Give new ownership the benefit of the doubt. Attend Conventions. Speak your mind. Wait in line to get your autographs. Wait until the day you no longer have to wait.
Look up in August and see that you’re almost twenty games out. Wait to play spoiler. Wait for consecutive wins. Wait for series wins. Wait for tickets to go on sale. Wait on the wait list. Wait in traffic on the way to a game. Wait in line at the concession stand. Wait for the moron running on the field to get caught by security. Wait for the pitcher with the unbelievably slow pace. Wait for the other team to meet at the mound. Wait for Lou to get to the mound. Wait for the hop to go away. Wait for the crazy to go away. Wait for offense and the pitching to get on track at the same time. Wait for the Cardinals to have a bad day. Wait for the Reds to come back to Earth. Wait and wait and wait.
Remember that year? That was the year. That was going to be the year. How many people are even still here to remember the year. Wait, what was the year? Wow, all those years. Will it be this year? No, not this year. How many more years?
This posting will now be played out for you in youtube form. Cubs fans will be played by Steve Martin. A World Series championship will be played by the rental car assigned to V-5. The baseball gods will be played by the lady at the counter. New Cubs ownership will be played by John Candy. Go Cubs Go!