It's the first inning. We're playing Atlanta. They are putting the legendary John Smoltz on the mound, against some little puppy pitcher we just brought up, Ryu. Ryu gave a homerun up to the second batter he faced. Oh Lord, thought I, here we go again …
Oh, Laur of Little Faith. Right now, at this moment, at the end of the first, we're up 4 to 1! That's 4 runs on 3 hits. Against John Smoltz!
I am not writing any more. I've been a Cub fan too long. I know it's still early. I know we can blow it. I don't want history to diminish this happy moment. We've had so few this month. Right now, we're ahead 4 to 1. And I'm going to savor it.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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