This is what I love this Thursday.
Anyway, my dear sweet husband is a CUBS FAN. And, I come from a long line of Cubs fans, so I am all in with him on this. And yes, that means groans and eye rolls and heartache and a lifetime of being let down and repeated misery. Why would anyone want that? Because it also means history and tradition and HOPE.
That's right. You know we are big on hope here at IWADB. And that is how I'm spinning this Cubs thing. My grandparents honeymooned out in Mesa in the stone ages and then went every single year of their very long lives for their one big trip out to Cubs Spring Training. I find that incredibly romantic and hopeful.
I choose to find my husband's fandom completely hopeful as he will sit and watch every single game even when they continue to slap him in the face for being loyal. He gets angry. He gets frustrated. He even turns off the games or walks out if he in Wrigley Field. I've seen it. But he always goes back. HE ALWAYS GOES BACK. Because he has hope.
He is STUPID WITH HOPE and I find that incredibly noble and sexy. I am all in for the Cubs. But more so, I am all in for my husband and this baby being a Cubs fan. Maybe in his/her lifetime there will be a World Series Championship for the Cubs. Always choose hope. Even when it comes to baseball. My husband would say I am completely simplifying this whole thing, but I just know what I see and this is how I see it. This is how I color this whole thing.
And now, I give you Eddie Vedder and his magical tribute to the Cubs. SWOON.
This makes us weepy every time. Sentimental bullshit? Yes. But I choose hope and I'm much happier than saying, IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN, JUST GIVE IT UP ALREADY. We need baseball. We need the familiar sights and smells and feelings it evokes in us every summer. And we need to feel that hope of a new year, a new team, a new chance.