I'm a Cubs fan, and I am not afraid to admit it.
I grew up in Lafayette (northern Indiana) and my grandmother on my father's side watched them religiously. I always hoped for that moment when they would make a run in the playoffs before she died, but, sadly, it never came.
That brings me to this season. The Cubs are looking strong, poised to make the playoffs.
My wife and I, as an early eighth-anniversary gift, visited Wrigley Field in Chicago on Saturday for the afternoon/evening game. We had on our Cubs shirts, hats and complimentary bobble-heads and were ready to cheer.
We also brought our 5-year old, who, honestly, could have cared less about what ended up being an exciting game, with the Cubs hitting back-to-back home runs to seal the deal. Instead, my daughter cared more about interacting with her mom and dad, being silly, eating popcorn and running around the stadium.
The game itself was just part of the atmosphere in which her world was in, nothing more, nothing less. In fact, the winning or losing only mattered to her if it meant she couldn't sing "Go Cubs Go" at the end of the game.
Thank goodness they won.
Her reaction was simple, which is the beauty of childhood.
To this day, it still saddens me a little to know my grandmother didn't see the moment the Cubs finally made it to the World Series; but, heck, I may never see that day either. Maybe my grandmother, like my daughter, just loved the atmosphere, the game, win or lose.
So, for me, I won't get too up or down when it comes to however this Cubs' season ends. In some ways, I, too, am still a child and living in the moment, not for it.