The Amazing Week

The Cubs won the Word Series. I still can’t believe it. I’m a lifelong fan, and a power deeply rooted to my soul took me over. I sat and watched the games until the Cubs went down 3 to 1. Then I stood and watched the games. It was bad luck to sit down. It was bad luck not to go nuts about every play. I watched with my neighbor, and drank beers, but he always had to sit on my left. He was driving and I was shotgun. This is all for luck. I had to wash my lucky blue Corner Tap t-shirt everyday and put it on again. The shirt had belonged to my uncle who died recently, without ever seeing the Cubbies win it all. I knew he was watching though. I had to wear my lucky socks and hat as well. I had to text my buddy back in Chicago with fist emojis for every run scored. I was so nervous that my stomach hurt. I kept sweating. I yelled so loudly that I scared my children. But they quickly realized I was crazy in a happy way. I was crazy. And so extremely happy when they won it all. I was up till 3:30am. An emotional wreck. So happy that I had PTSD dreams, and couldn’t stop thinking CUBS for days and weeks.


Then there’s the election. Another shock to the system, but not nearly as emotional. How could he win? How? I wasn’t shocked at all by any of Trump’s actions-- I knew he was a jerk. I had heard him on Stern years ago. Everyone had. We all knew he was a chauvinist windbag. Back when The Apprentice first came out, I picked up his autobiography and it so dripped with arrogance that I couldn’t finish the first page. It maddens me that the people of America actually chose this guy. He had no political experience. Not even mayor. They compared his entertainment background to Reagan, but at least Ronny had served as governor. Damn it! I could go on, but why? Everybody knows all this shit so well by now. God, I’m so embarrassed for my country. How can Trump be President? How?


The funny thing is, both sports and politics have always been around, but they don’t actually affect my life in any direct way. I’ll just keep on living, staying up late, writing, reading, eating, doing home improvements, taking the kids to the zoo, walking the dog, kissing my wife, you know. The good old daily routine. But such drama that took place! All within a week, right? A journalist’s dream. What will be next? Only time will tell, but right now, if aliens arrived, I wouldn’t be surprised.