You may or may not have heard about a little phenomenon that is going on here in the city of Chicago.
That’s right. Chicago’s Jewel-Osco is the place for all your fine wine. π
Which you may or may not need (to celebrate and/or nurse wounds) when cheering on (or mourning) the other phenomenon going on here in Chicago.
I’ll give you a hint: It rhymes with spaceball. And shrubs.
Now, here in Chicago we have a spaceball team that shall not be named with a long and storied history …
a long, storied history filled with goats and curses.
And not just any curse. A decades-long curse worthy of Lord Voldemort.
Avada Goatavra.
I wonder if Expelligoatis could be the counter-curse?
Or, more likely, talent. You know, in the non-Harry Potter real world in which we live.
Though, honestly, I wouldn’t know about talent on the baseball field. I’m not exactly a fan. While I love a day out at Wrigley Field, the idea of sitting down in front of the television to watch a nine inning game is a giant yawn in my book. Especially when so many On Demand episode of Sex & The City are waiting to be watched. π
But my husband? Big fan. Huge fan. Lover of all baseball games. Though the team that shall not be named holds a special place in his baseball-loving-heart.
So I’ve heard from the sidelines his cheers and claps. Always a good sign the game was going well.
I’m observant that way. π
And then when the shrubs spaceball team seemed to pull ahead in the standings, I made an even more concerted effort to not pay attention.
I didn’t want to hear about the games. Their record. Who they were playing.
You get it, right? I had formed my very own weird superstitions. Like somehow my paying attention so late in the game would alter the outcome …
totally forgetting about that talent thing.
But sports are filled with odd superstitions, aren’t they. Both on the parts of the players and the fans.
Even the non-fans, like me, get in on the act.
So, not to jinx the outcome of the next series of games coming up this weekend, I’ll just end with a Go Shrubs Go! π
Too funny! I’m not a spaceball fan either, nor am I from Chicago. But, in this special case…go Shrubs go!! π
I’m a Giant’s fan!! Tried and true but since we’re out of it….thanks to the Shrubs, we’re rooting for you to kill the LA team that we won’t name as that is a 4-letter word in our house! π
Love your blog!
My wonderful friend Carole was originally from Wisconsin and a huge Shrubs fan…
She passed away shortly after the season began and I know she is smiling down as her team wins!
this year we are all in with the shrubs…………we had our turn last year ! KC ROYALS!
Love this!….as a kid, my son was always a Yankee fan and is now a Shrubs fan!!!….
Oh good grief, saw where the Cubbies won last night, oh joy. My husband is from there and we were there about 8 years ago to see a game. His best friend had a contact for seats right behind the wall. We had a blast but I got called out a few times because I sat my cup on the wall. I learned after that, no cups on the wall.