Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I will not lie to you, dear readers. It is fucking hard to keep writing about a team inching toward 100 losses. Currently we're at 95 with 8 games left. I will be in attendance at fully HALF of the remaining Cubs games - three this weekend in Arizona and one next Wednesday to conclude the season's funeral march. A perverse part of me wants it to happen. I sat through the longest rain delay for the latest start in Wrigley Field history last week, and was rewarded with 80 Travis Wood pitches through the third inning and a 3-0 game that left me behaving like some sort of meth addict at work the next day due to lack of sleep and overexposure to rain. It was the very bottom, and it was my 8th loss of the year in attendance. I may 10. The Cubs may hit 10 times that. HISTORY IN THE MAKING!
So what do we root for? People begin getting antsy that the rebuild will be rushed if we don't show well next year, but it would be legitimately difficult to match this nightmare season on the field. So that's out as a consideration. The last time the Cubs lost 100 games was in the 60s (twice), and those were some legendarily shitty teams. We came close in 2000, and again in 2006, but your modern 20 or 30something Cubs fan has never had to sit and take the medicine of triple-digit failure.
It'll be interesting to see what the reaction from fans - and more importantly, ownership - will be like. I'd hate to see them push more money Theo's way and say "win now," because I have a television set, and have been able to track the Boston Red Sox the last few years. Really, that mentality - economically-based though it is - is what brought us to empty seats and Justin Germano starts in the first place. At the very least, I'm hoping that 100 possible losses might hammer home the message that it's not okay to backload contracts, draft cheap, and ignore minor league development for the better part of a decade. It's already beginning to pay dividends - I've had casual conversations with people about the lineup in Boise and what the Tennessee Smokies might look like next year. That doesn't usually happen in the course of normal Cubs conversation - either friends of mine or other Cubs bloggers. There's hope there, like a tiny Zippo flame in the middle of North Avenue Beach on an icy February morning.
So be they 100-loss legends of suck or merely a very bad 98 loss team, rest assured that you, dear reader, have earned your lifetime Cubs fan bona-fides. You've supported the team - even if, like me, you've grown increasingly cynical - during a dark period. Remember that when we're kicking the piss out of Milwaukee again and some pink-hatted dipshit spills a Bud Light on you in the 500 level.
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