One of the loves of my life

Watching the White Sox win game 2 of the series I was amazed by the game that was. Just fantastic. One of the best of the year.

But.

The White Sox should never win a world series for what they did in 1919.

And so I sit here listening to Harry Caray sing "take me out to the ball game" at the first Cubs game ever played at night.

The Cubs are what Baseball is about. They are what pure love is about. Never will there ever be a man as great for a baseball team as Harry Caray. I grew up listening to the guy.

Watching this Series is almost like torture. I hate the Astros. I would have hated the Cards being there even more.

But the White Sox.

Why can't this ever happen for the Cubs?

It's not even for my personal stake at this point. I want the Cubs to win it for Harry, the man who was just like us, who stood by a team of losers always hoping for the best.

It's been Seven years since he stopped broadcasting. But I think this is how his life is now:

"Now, you tell me, if I have a day off during the baseball season, where do you think I`ll spend it? The ballpark. I still love it. Always have, always will."

In short, if the Cubs ever win, I might as well...

But short of that...

Where Lou still starts
And Babe still swings
Where Johnny still sees
and Leo still screams
Where Don still throws
and Mickey still hits
Harry still sings

Original Poem by Mike Stoker


I hurt for the Cubs now like I did in 2003. Maybe love isn't enough. Wait til' next year...