But twelve hours ago, when the possibilities for Cub glory were still seemingly hanging as ripe fruit from every tree, bush, and vine in the city, this fellow spoke excitedly of his impending journey to Wrigley Field. It was to be his first time ever attending a playoff game. I’ve attended two such games in my life (2005, White Sox vs. Red Sox and 1987, Tigers vs. Twins), so I was trying to describe to him the special aura that surrounds such an event. As I searched for appropriate imagery, I found these words coming out of my mouth: “It’s like baseball – on steroids!”
We both laughed. I decided to stop looking for pithy phrases and just wished him well. He’s a fanatical Cub fan, so I don’t expect he’ll be too happy when I see him tomorrow, but I hope he will be able to salvage some fond memories from the whole spectacle.