the following post was originally written for The Marin Foundation blog at patheos.com and can be read here.
i’m not crazy about baseball. i never have been.
yet living in chicago, just blocks away from wrigley field, means that i’m bound to become a cubs fan. working with andrew at The Marin Foundation makes this transition all the more likely, as his support of the cubbies borders on obsession.
in an effort to embrace my pending inevitable affection for america’s favorite pastime, i went with andrew to an opening series game against the milwaukee brewers. we sat in the bleachers out in left center field, hoping to catch anything that screamed past the wall.
‘all you need to know is if you catch a home run hit by the brewers, throw it back.‘ a friend said. easy enough.
i must admit the atmosphere was indeed incredible. smells of hot dogs, nachos and beer filled the nighttime air. the roar of the crowd at each crack of the bat was reminiscent of something out of baseball films like ‘The Natural’ or ‘Field of Dreams.‘ every play was analyzed by the faithful, desperate to snap a 104 year long championship drought.
maybe this year.