Growing up, I wasn’t much of a baseball fan. I have vague memories of going to a Yankees game with a friend, but that’s about it.
All that changed when I was 16. I flipped on the tv after school, looking for something to watch while I did my homework. The baseball playoffs caught my eye. The year was 1986 and the New York Mets were playing the Houston Astros. I ended up being obsessed with the game to the point where I watched not only the rest of the game but the rest of that series and then the World Series.
Few things compare to the 1986 World Series for excitement. Watching the Mets beat the Boston Red Sox turned me into a lifelong baseball fan.
Fast forward several years to when I fell in love with a Big Ugly Man Doll. Although he’s an Air Force brat, BUMD’s family hails from Chicago. They are Chicago Cubs fans through and through. It was to be an interfaith marriage. One problem though – how would we raise the children?
Finally we hammered out an agreement: we’d raise the kids to be Cubs fans.
For many years, this wasn’t a big deal. You root for the team, of course, but there wasn’t much to get excited about. Eventually we adopted the hometown Washington Nationals as our family team. Even so, being a Cubs fan is a serious committment. Every year might just be THE year.
Last night, I was finally rewarded for my sacrifice at the alter. The Cubs won the World Series!! Finally the rest of the family knows the kind of joy I felt so many years ago when I first became a baseball fan! Patience is rewarded.