I swear I read a number of people who treated the baseball World Series win by the Chicago Cubs as, “Oh, that’s nice,” rather than the astonishing event that it was. Heck, even Arthur wrote about it, not once, but twice. He noted that “Some things transcend all of that, and sport can, for some, be one of those things.”
And the stories I read about fans remembering parents, or grandparents, who loved the Cubs, but never had the joy of seeing them win the National League pennant (last time, 1945), let alone the whole enchilada (1908, 108 years ago; 108, like the number of stitches on a baseball). This was touching, for example.
I was rooting for them, once the New York Mets were quickly eliminated. General Theo Epstein, who got the long-suffering Boston Red Sox fans a pennant in 2004 and 2007, may be a miracle worker.
Apparently, there were a number of people who predicted the Chicago Cubs would win the Series this year.
Today would have been the 100th birthday of Walter Cronkite of CBS News. I’ve remembered his natal day since about 1980 when I realized it coincided with the date the hostages in Iran were taken a year before.
So much in the news has changed since his heyday, the 24-hour news cycle, and competing with the TMZs of the world, not to mention Facebook and Twitter as news sources.
I read his autobiography and reviewed it here.
Monday, I decided to ride my bike to work. But the front tire was light and failed to inflate, so I stuck it back into the shed, locked the door, turned around, and, as I wrote in Facebook about 45 minutes later:
Wet leaves on wooden inclined plane = nearly horizontal person, somewhat in pain. I’m hobbling to work now…
Managed to hit my head to the right of my left ear, and my left shoulder, and my back (wearing the backpack), and turned my left ankle. It happened so fast, I didn’t have a chance to put out my hand to try to save myself, which, I suppose was a good thing. No lasting damage, but I was sore for a couple of days, especially my back.
Got a very angry IM on Facebook that evening about something I wrote which a person believed was a mischaracterization of their feelings, and was quite possibly friendship ending, which made me both sad and exhausted, as I tried to explain my POV. I had a nice IM exchange from an old friend about something else I had written.
The highlight of the day had to be, when I was handing out Halloween candy, a half dozen College of Saint Rose students Halloween caroling of this Thomas Tallis piece. I even sang along on the repeated section.
That’s when I could still sing because subsequently, I’ve lost my voice; hope I can shake whatever bug is irritating my vocal chords, or my vocal cords.
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I’m so happy the Cubs won the World Series, even though I’m not really a baseball fan (I only watched a few minutes of a couple games, mainly to check the score).
My dad is a life-long Cubs fan. Grew up on the north side of Chicago and everything. He’s 81. He saw them go to the world series once, when he was 10, and then lose. Ever since then, it’s been “wait ’til next year.”
I’m happy he got this. (And maybe, “wait ’til next year” and he gets to see it again? I hope.)
Can’t remember who it was on TV joking around how that “Back to the Future” almost correctly predicted the Cubs World Series win, and that the canceled World Series in 1994 may have thrown off the prediction.
I want to hide here, in this moment, the moment the Cubs won.
I hardly noticed the World Series. Perhaps that’s because I don’t watch TV.
I only saw, for more than an inning, Game 7. But it was epic. I DID follow the play-vby-play on MLB.com, though.