Ten years ago, my
nearly 12-year old and I watched the Cubs blow a chance at the World Series
when Moises Alou jumped with all the poise of an Asian carp and Dusty Baker
forgot that managers can visit the mound to settle their pitchers down after things
go bad. As White Sox fans, we loved it.
Yesterday was the tenth
anniversary of fan Steve Bartman outmaneuvering Alou for a foul ball. Clare took the train in from Elmhurst to pick
up the PT Cruiser. (Dad pays to fix the
car, daughter drives it—what a deal.)
She talked about having to run a timed-mile in softball and seeing her
hitting coach this week. Never once did
either of us mention Bartman.
I have a hunch most
serious Cub fans didn’t either. For them,
what’s past is past, and Theo is the future.
That strikes me as a very healthy attitude. Revisiting The Curse of 2003 is more important
to sportswriters (and maybe a blogger or two) in need of a story idea.
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