|One season ends . . . a new season begins (JWB, 2011)|
A few days into autumn, and it sure didn’t take long for summer to surrender. Cold winds and off-and-on again rains have made the past four or five days less than comfortable.
This morning, just before 9:00, in an almost apologetic gesture, the climate provided us with a stunning rainbow, stretching from the southwest side all the way to the north side of the city.
Underneath it sat Wrigley Field, empty now, as the Cubbies have skedaddled to San Diego to end the season. And once again, as has been the case for over a century, another major league team will find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
There are 30 major league teams. The Cubs spent more money on salaries than all but four other teams, averaging a tad over five million bucks per player. For that money the team ended up 24th in earned run average, 26th in quality starts, 20th in on-base percentage, 18th in runs, and 11th in batting average.
I have been a Cubs fan for most of my life, but I must admit I watched the team less than I have at any point in the past 45 years. This was the first summer that I can remember in which I never once set foot into Wrigley Field although I did see the team play twice in Milwaukee and once on the south side.
Somewhere over the rainbow . . . one day . . . all of us dreamers will awake and find that the dream we have dreamed has become the dream that has come true. It won’t be this year. But it might be the next. Or the next. Probably not. But maybe . . . just maybe . . . one day we'll find it.
Who said that every wish would be heard
And answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us star gazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The (Cubbies), the dreamers and ME.