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I'm not watching the real-time Cub game. I'm now watching highlights of the 1984 season.
WGN TV is rerunning a special that gives me goosebumps -- Cubs Forever, a retrospective of the last 60 years of broadcasts.
I saw the game that rainy night in July 2005, when my best friend and I were
there at Wrigley Field to see my beloved future Hall of Famer Greg Maddux get his landmark 300th strike out.
I know the Cubs are losing to the Dodgers right now, but I don't care really. After the All-Star break we begin again, and I'm predicting a winning streak and a third-place finish, behind Cincy and St. Louis. And then I will declare 2011 as The Year. And someday it will be. Because being a Cub fan is about hope and loyalty. Being a Cub fan is a metaphor for life.