Like Father Like Daughter

 It was a good thing Clare wasn’t wearing shoes Tuesday night while we were watching the Cubs-Giants playoff game.  She would’ve thrown one at the TV during the Cubs’ four-run ninth.  I heard “stupid” uttered one or two times, though.

My daughter thinks the Nationals would put up a better fight in Wrigley than the Dodgers, but I’m already past the NLCS.  My hope rests, as it ever does, on the American League.  I think the Cubs will be going to the World Series, where—please, oh please—they’ll lose to either the Blue Jays or Indians.  The deciding factor may be the AL having home-field advantage one extra game.

With the Jays, I can see the Rogers Centre really playing a role in things.  The Cubs wouldn’t be used to the artificial surface, and the noise level is pretty intense.  The Indians wouldn’t have the same advantages at Progressive Field.  Instead, with them it would be all mojo.  Cleveland wants to shake the image of “lovable losers” just as much the Cubs do.  This summer, the Cavaliers brought the city its first professional sports’ championship since 1964.  You think the Indians won’t be motivated to add another?

Clare is already upset the North Siders have won one series; she’s not going to be any better after two.  With age comes wisdom.  The sun will rise and set whoever wins the World Series; that I’ve learned.  But the days will be a little brighter if it’s the AL in seven.