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NLCS Game One – You win some, you lose some. Tomorrow’s another day

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Game time was 7 o’clock, or somewhere in that vicinity. I made sure I had all my outside chores done. I could do my inside chores in front of the TV. In real life I act like I don’t care if the Cubs win or lose. But somehow that does not play itself out in reality. I do care if the Cubs win or lose. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t keep such a close eye on them and plan my days around their schedule. But I often ask myself, “Why do I care?” I mean, really, what have the Cubs ever done to enhance the quality and purpose of my life. They reciprocate none of my devotion. I’ve never received a thank you from them for going to a game or watching so religiously. They never say, “Well, since you came to see us, we’ll come and see you sometime.” Sure, they won the World Series, but…I still follow them.

So here we are in the middle of October and the Boys of Summer are playing a summer game in winter-like conditions. But tonight’s game is in Los Angeles. It will be summertime there. I can sit in my living room, with the rain pelting hard against the windows, the wind whipping the trees around in the yard, and the furnace kicking in to keep me warm and it will be summertime in my mind as I watch. Maybe that’s why I like them so much – it’s like a fantasy – there’s nothing real about them, but they give me an escape.

I’m writing this before the series even begins. All I can say is if they’re going to lose, I hope they do it early in the post-season as opposed to later. I hate wasting time, energy, and stress on something that is going to bite me in the end. They might as well fizzle out early to save us all the drama.

But no matter, I’ll watch to the last out of the last game – just like I do every year.

Game time: My pregame prep included fixing a leaky roof, taking a nap, and jogging two miles on the treadmill. I sent Joe an email after Game 5 asking if I could do a game once in awhile. Today, about mid-morning he tells me to give it a shot. I’m supposed to send him one after the game. He said he probably won’t post it, but he can check out my work. I’m hoping for an afternoon quickie post anyway.

My wife sees the email and asks: “Are you going to follow in your daughter’s footsteps with a VFTB post?” She thinks it’s cute that I have this little buddy thing going with my VFTB friends. She balked a little though when I told her I wanted to spend a week with Seymour in Mesa in January.

I was very optimistic about Quintana tonight and just happy the game was on TBS and not Fox. I don’t think I could take another series with the Joe Buck love affair with Clayton Kershaw.

My gut tells me the Cubs found a way to win the Nat’s series and they will find a way to win this one. My life long Cubs obsession is one of anticipation – wins. I anticipate a win tonight.

First pitch is a strike and eventually Jon Jay strikes out. The second batter, Kris Bryant breaks up the no-hitter. My wife has a question: “Why did they make the third strike rule where if the catcher misses the ball the batter can run to first?” I don’t know why, it’s just always been that way.

Rizzo walks. My wife says Kershaw is rattled. I love her insight into the emotional aspect of the game.

Quintana strikes out two in the first. They do a face shot of Q. “Who’s that?” my wife wants to know. He’s a new guy we got from the White Sox.” Immediately she sees the wisdom in the trade: “he’s good,” she said.

Turner comes up to bat: “Wait, didn’t he play for that other team we just beat?”

No. Yes. I mean … it was a different Turner, (same thing with that Taylor guy who immediately homers off Rondon). There is no way I’m going to get mad during this game. After that last game, I learned that these guys can do just about anything with nothing.

I didn’t mind Ernie Johnson but who the heck is Brian Anderson? Got tired of him real quick. I’m not even sure that’s his name, but that’s what Google told me.

I’m happy Kris Bryant isn’t striking out every time up. He hits one ten feet from the track in center and that Brian Anderson guy calls it “shallow center field.” In the bottom of the fifth as Chris Bosio waddles out to the mound, he tells us that Bosio has a fractured ankle and will have surgery after the season ends. Who knew? I thought it was just a natural waddle.

I wonder what Bryce Harper is doing tonight?

It’s the top of the seventh now and I’m beginning to be consumed with doubt. Do the Cubs have the fortitude to pull this one out of the fire or are they just going to haplessly let it slip away? I’m in the other room and my wife shouts, “Lackey is warming up in the bullpen. Is he any good?” I don’t know how to answer. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

The game’s not over yet. We still have hope.

Bottom of the seventh and the play at the plate is overruled. Ron Darling’s blood is boiling, as is that of every Cub fan. My wife says, “In my book he will always be OUT, and you can put that in your story.” Done.

Maddon gets tossed. Have you ever noticed how Contreras sometimes does the splits when he’s catching like Manny Sanguillen used to on the Pirates? It looks painful.

Game over. Hapless indeed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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