Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Another Installment of "Why I Love Baseball"

These are the saddest of possible words:"Tinker to Evers to Chance."Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds,Tinker and Evers and Chance.Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,Making a Giant hit into a double-Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:"Tinker to Evers to Chance."

Long before there was even a Wrigley Field, or a song called "Take Me Out to the Ball Game," the Cubs were fabled in story and song.

Here's to the only sport that both my great, great grandfather and I have been able to watch.