On this day, which is supposed to celebrate the Declaration of Independence and American freedom and all that good stuff, I ponder the occasion as a metaphor with multiple layers. On one layer we have the actual nation that is the United States, teetering on the brink of the unmentionables and which we should probably leave for another blog and/or author more capable about lamenting it. On a different layer, which this website is slightly better at dealing with, we have the Chicago Cubs, who seemingly have forgotten how to win in nearly all facets of the game. Perhaps there will be an inspiring comeback (I mean, the Astros did it so far, so it is possible), but considering the performances to this point over a stretch of weeks and the ever increasing rumblings of a sell-off, we probably shouldn’t get too far ahead of ourselves.
Ironically, having moved back to Chicago, I am blacked out of watching them on streaming, but that’s not such a big deal for now since I haven’t watched a game since maybe the Rays series. Our building is supposed to provide cable included with our rent payments so maybe that includes Marquee, but there’s little incentive to tune in right now, which is sad because I used to watch or listen to every game. Gameday will have to suffice until they give me more reasons to indulge.
Anyway…Happy Independence Day, jabronis. Be kind to your small mammalian friends and try not to blow off any extremities.