For the past few months of cold, snowy, gross grey days, Wendy and I have been waiting anxiously for today. Yesterday was opening day for baseball and today is the first game of the season for our beloved Cubs.
There’s still chill in the air, but the boys of summer are taking the field and it means that we’ve turned the corner. Good bye winter. Hello sunny afternoons at the ball park with the sound of a 95 m.p.h. fastball hitting the catchers mit, the crack of the bat, and the roar of the crowd spilling their beer and dropping their hot dogs when the hometown hero takes that hanging curveball over the plate and sends it sailing over the fence.