By Charlie Johnston
Yesterday was a travel day. I watched the Cubs game with my sister, Kim, who was about 11 years old when the family (except me) moved from the Chicago area back to Alabama. Holding to a piece of her Yankee heritage, she has been a lifelong Cubs fan. I decided when I got there that I wasn’t go near my laptop for a day (it does dominate my workday). Nice day off in preparation for the game – truly the game of a lifetime.
Back in the 70’s and 80’s, many of us young Cub fans used to joke that a Cubs World Series victory would be the harbinger of Armageddon – so our long-suffering was doing the world a great service by restraining it. The restraints have been lifted.
I have a piece that will go up this evening. I have a luncheon today and a busy day tomorrow, but we will get back at it. I just have to savor this victory a little. Frankly, the rhythm of it reminded me a little of the rhythm I have seen of the course of the Storm. The Cubs were down 1-3 in the Series and many (including me) thought it was going to be “Wait until next year” for us once again. Last night’s game had more twists and turns than a Robert Ludlum novel. But in the end…triumph.
I was so glad I was at my sister’s. In the perfect fusion of the heritages of the long-suffering Cubs fan and of Alabama sensibility, when they won, my sister jumped up pumping her fist in the air and shouted, “Roll Tide!”