IMG_1233 (2)I was awakened last night by the sound of a light rain sprinkling across Chicagoland about 4:00 AM. There were a few flashes of lightning and a soft rumble of thunder.

As I tossed to get back to sleep, my thoughts turned to the 1984 movie, “The Natural.” The lightning flashes, Roy Hobbs takes a mighty swing, launches a long foul ball and breaks his Wonderboy bat.

Bobby gives Hobbs his handcrafted Savoy Special bat, Roy hits a dinger, Knights win Knights win.

That’s when it hit me. This isolated odd sprinkling of rain was sent to wash away all the bad that has happened at Wrigley the last two days. The flash of lightening and the rumble of thunder was to re-energize the bats. It’s all gonna be good for Game 5 tonight.

Those are the kinds of things you think of when you’re a Cubs fan.

This is the kind of hope you harbor that your team will come through.

No doubt, the Cubs need a revival. Can I get an Amen?
No doubt, they can win three in a row against Cleveland. Preach it, brother.
No doubt, they will win tonight. Do I hear a Hallelujah?

The rains have washed away the evil spirits. The truth will set the Cubs free.

The Friendly Confines will be our friends again.

The Cubs are gonna hit again. They’re gonna field again.

Come what may, the Cubs are gonna win again and again and again.

Win one, and it’s off to Cleveland in continued pursuit of the prize.

For some, a return trip to Cleveland is considered a cruel second place prize in a raffle. For the Cubs, it’s now for the Grand Prize.

One out at a time, one inning at a time, one game at a time.

Hey Hey Holy Mackeral. Go Cubs Go. You gotta believe. The opera ain’t over til the fat lady sings.

Advertisements