Every summer a group of my high school friends and I get together on the days where most of us are free from work and play a game or two of baseball at a nearby public baseball park. Most of use have played baseball, organized or not, ever since we were five or six and were strong enough to swing a bat.
Monday, May 26th, 2014. The date will live in Chicago Cubs history as the day the team didn’t suck enough to blow a 8-4 lead against the San Francisco Giants, and gave starting pitcher Jeff Samardzija his first victory in 16 starts.
I remember being five years old and sitting in the left-field bleachers of Wrigley Field with my father and his friend, sipping on a pop. With my mitt on my left hand, my Cubs hat on my head, and my Mark Grace t-shirt jersey on, I was ready for any possible ball that would come my way.
Though raised in a southern climate, I’ve now lived nine winters in the Heartland. And I’ve learned nothing begins seasonal life anew like baseball.
They tell me not to do this every season. By making baseball win/loss record predictions in March, I open myself up to ridicule by early September.
That’s fine. Feel free to look at all my awful picks from last year, including the Blue Jays winning the American League East and the Red Sox “rebounding” with 83 wins. And there was more, I had the Angels winning the AL West and the St. Louis Cardinals missing the playoffs.