Guys...guys, guys...for surviving the long haul, you have to accept certain things.
I lived in Chicago for the first 43 years of my life, so, much like a native of the county drinking the water in a foreign country, I've adapted to life without my team's triumph over the rest of the field in the United States ever happening.
Let me help you here:
Live in the moment. Do not look to the future; reality is now. Somewhere in the display on the field, or in the locker rooms, or perhaps, even in the homes of the players...something good is happening. It might be nicely tied shoelaces, a mowed lawn, great line chauking on the field, a positive influence on the community by the tax influx on the team's income, or perhaps, even a life-lesson that helps folks deal with the many things in life we can not control...like tornados, or mosquitos...or customers who really are a complete waste of skin but with whom you must deal congenially, instead of hitting them repeatedly with a nice, brass, hammer.
So...there's that.
and, lemme see here...
oh, ok...the fact that you are paying attention to a baseball team, or game, pretty much guarantees that, at the moment, you are not fighting for your life against a street gang armed with short swords, khukris, and nail-studded two by fours which have been soaked in old motor oil. And that's a good thing, too, I figure.
And then there's the whole philosophical study of Zen, which can help you deal with this reality, and for which you don't, really, have to wear orange robes and shave your hair.
So...there you go...you know...and...uh Go Cubbies! or Twinses.
(actually, what DO you call more than one Twin?)
