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My life flashing before my eyes.....
Oct. 16th, 2003 09:06 amOkay, that was a little melodromatic... but anyway....
Some of my most cherished Cubs memories (in vaguely chronological order):
-Being four or five, going on a bus with my sister and my dad. It was a group organized by the park district. Marta and I wore our "Keebler Elves Love the Chicago Cubs" shirts. At the end of the game, we got our picture taken with Ernie Banks! We still have it around, somewhere. We wore those shirts to veritable rags. I liked to wear it when my dad had me out in the yard, teaching me to throw and catch a ball.
-At eight or nine, having tickets to a White Sox game that either Marta or I had won for having straight A's or perfect attendance or something. Again, my dad, my sister and I went, and we took my best friend at the time, Brad Cave. Brad sat through the entire game yelling "Go Cubs!" My dad sat through the entire game shaking his head, and muttering "that kid's going to get us shot". Marta and I laughed at both of them.
-Opening Day, 1990. We were singing with the Glen Ellyn Children's Chorus, and the chorus had been asked to sing the "pregame opener" that day. We did some of our jazzy stuff with choreography, and even though the park was still mostly empty when we were singing, people paid attention to us and clapped and cheered for us. They let us stay for the game, which ended up having a rain delay, then being called for rain. We bravely stuck through it, even though we were still in our stupid uniforms. We had learned a really neato version of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game", but never got to sing it because we never made it to the seventh inning stretch. But all through the rain delay, we sat up in our seats, singing all sort of stuff, including that, and gathered quite an audience. When the game was finally called for rain, we went to get back on the bus. But we couldn't find the bus. We sat at the McDonalds across the street for an hour or so, till the bus driver finally figured out that the game was called for rain and showed up. When we finally got on the bus and were ready to go, we couldn't. Something was wrong with the bus. As my mom reports it, who was Head Chaperone that day (those of you who know my mom know that the term "Head Chaperone" fits her to a T), the bus driver laid his head on the steering wheel and said "I can't get it out of neutral". To which my mother responded to the other chaperones, "kind of like most men I know". So we filed off the bus, back into McDonalds, while the bus company sent us another bus and driver. When we got back into McDonalds, we discovered several of the players eating there, including Mark Grace (who finally got to win a World Series of his own two years ago with the Diamondbacks), and got to talk to them a little, and some brave kids got autographs.
-Later that summer, I was in the hospital after having my appendix taken out badly, the guy I had a HUGE crush on came to visit me with his mom and brother. The Cubs were in first place then, and if I remember correctly (correct me if I'm wrong) were hoping to be chosen as a wild card team for the playoffs. Jonathan sat in the chair and watched the game on TV, and I got to watch the game with him.
-Senior year of high school, the guy I dated was an enormous Cubs fan. When he found out it ran in my family, he got me tickets to a game for my eighteenth birthday. We drove down, had lunch at the Cubby Bear (mmmmm, brats!), and sat in the bleachers. Sammy hadn't been around too long (this was '94), and these two women in the front of the bleachers were swooning over him. They had caught a home run of his earlier in the game, and every time he was in front of us to field, they'd yell "if we throw you the ball and a pen, will you sign our ball?" I don't think he understood them, but he did his little kiss-the-fingers wave at them and they acted completely silly over him. Then, a kid behind us got beaned in the eye with another home run. He was taken off to be treated by the paramedics, but returned grinning with a black eye, because he not only got to keep the ball, but also got four prime-seat tickets to a later game, and was promised to meet Sammy Sosa after the game. This day, ironically enough, the Cubs were playing the Florida Marlins, who were only in their second season of existence. The Cubs lost miserably, but that's okay, because that meant Dan and I got to console each other later.
-My dad winning a raffle at the Cubs Convention, which he attends every year, and having a picture taken of his name on the board at the front of Wrigley Field, saying "L.C.**** Signs with Chicago Cubs!"
-Making a spontaneous trip this week to the Brew 'n View with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pheret1, pinkfluffyjumpr, pt350, hapcollins and alacrity to watch Game Six of the pennant race.
Some of my most cherished Cubs memories (in vaguely chronological order):
-Being four or five, going on a bus with my sister and my dad. It was a group organized by the park district. Marta and I wore our "Keebler Elves Love the Chicago Cubs" shirts. At the end of the game, we got our picture taken with Ernie Banks! We still have it around, somewhere. We wore those shirts to veritable rags. I liked to wear it when my dad had me out in the yard, teaching me to throw and catch a ball.
-At eight or nine, having tickets to a White Sox game that either Marta or I had won for having straight A's or perfect attendance or something. Again, my dad, my sister and I went, and we took my best friend at the time, Brad Cave. Brad sat through the entire game yelling "Go Cubs!" My dad sat through the entire game shaking his head, and muttering "that kid's going to get us shot". Marta and I laughed at both of them.
-Opening Day, 1990. We were singing with the Glen Ellyn Children's Chorus, and the chorus had been asked to sing the "pregame opener" that day. We did some of our jazzy stuff with choreography, and even though the park was still mostly empty when we were singing, people paid attention to us and clapped and cheered for us. They let us stay for the game, which ended up having a rain delay, then being called for rain. We bravely stuck through it, even though we were still in our stupid uniforms. We had learned a really neato version of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game", but never got to sing it because we never made it to the seventh inning stretch. But all through the rain delay, we sat up in our seats, singing all sort of stuff, including that, and gathered quite an audience. When the game was finally called for rain, we went to get back on the bus. But we couldn't find the bus. We sat at the McDonalds across the street for an hour or so, till the bus driver finally figured out that the game was called for rain and showed up. When we finally got on the bus and were ready to go, we couldn't. Something was wrong with the bus. As my mom reports it, who was Head Chaperone that day (those of you who know my mom know that the term "Head Chaperone" fits her to a T), the bus driver laid his head on the steering wheel and said "I can't get it out of neutral". To which my mother responded to the other chaperones, "kind of like most men I know". So we filed off the bus, back into McDonalds, while the bus company sent us another bus and driver. When we got back into McDonalds, we discovered several of the players eating there, including Mark Grace (who finally got to win a World Series of his own two years ago with the Diamondbacks), and got to talk to them a little, and some brave kids got autographs.
-Later that summer, I was in the hospital after having my appendix taken out badly, the guy I had a HUGE crush on came to visit me with his mom and brother. The Cubs were in first place then, and if I remember correctly (correct me if I'm wrong) were hoping to be chosen as a wild card team for the playoffs. Jonathan sat in the chair and watched the game on TV, and I got to watch the game with him.
-Senior year of high school, the guy I dated was an enormous Cubs fan. When he found out it ran in my family, he got me tickets to a game for my eighteenth birthday. We drove down, had lunch at the Cubby Bear (mmmmm, brats!), and sat in the bleachers. Sammy hadn't been around too long (this was '94), and these two women in the front of the bleachers were swooning over him. They had caught a home run of his earlier in the game, and every time he was in front of us to field, they'd yell "if we throw you the ball and a pen, will you sign our ball?" I don't think he understood them, but he did his little kiss-the-fingers wave at them and they acted completely silly over him. Then, a kid behind us got beaned in the eye with another home run. He was taken off to be treated by the paramedics, but returned grinning with a black eye, because he not only got to keep the ball, but also got four prime-seat tickets to a later game, and was promised to meet Sammy Sosa after the game. This day, ironically enough, the Cubs were playing the Florida Marlins, who were only in their second season of existence. The Cubs lost miserably, but that's okay, because that meant Dan and I got to console each other later.
-My dad winning a raffle at the Cubs Convention, which he attends every year, and having a picture taken of his name on the board at the front of Wrigley Field, saying "L.C.**** Signs with Chicago Cubs!"
-Making a spontaneous trip this week to the Brew 'n View with
pheret1, pinkfluffyjumpr, pt350, hapcollins and alacrity to watch Game Six of the pennant race.
