This Chicago Cubs blog is inspired by the Trib ads in the 80s called Tales from the Upper Deck, which featured one of my heroes and die-hard Cub fan, Mike Royko.
I spent a great deal of my time up in Aisle 424 of Wrigley Field with other Cubs season ticket holders from 1998 to 2010. We mainly talked about the Cubs or baseball, but we also delved into other topics on occasion. Though many of us have given up our Season Tickets now, we still get together to talk baseball and discuss the continuing failure of the Chicago Cubs to win a World Series in our lifetimes.
Tales from Aisle 424 usually resembles the occasionally insightful, mostly snarky, and nonsensical rants of me and my summer family (and it usually comes back around to the Cubs).
Soriano is trying to bunt for hits. Theriot took a walk. Fukudome got two hits in a game that was not held in the month of April. Randy Wells didn't give up more runs than innings pitched. Mass hysteria!
All of this craziness resulted in the Cubs winning a series for the first time since this guy was a newborn:
Somehow the Bizarro Cubs have been on display at Wrigley over the last couple of days and that seems fine with everybody.
Note to whoever stole the real Cubs: Keep them. You can even kill them. We don't care. We might even prefer it. We like the guys we have now.
I'm sure there has to be some ramification for the Cubs suddenly resembling a team that is capable of winning more games than it loses, but the dead aren't rising, the rivers haven't turned to blood, and dogs and cats still seem to regard each other with a level of distrust and outright hatred. It's all good.