Leaving for Chicago, where my mother and I will spend her 90th birthday tomorrow at her favorite place, Wrigley Field.
The last game we attended there together was July 1977. The Cubs beat the Big Red Machine 16-15 in 13 innings. There were 11 home runs, tying a record; here’s the box score.
Summer for her is one long baseball game, and she’s a big Cub fan. (I root for hated rival St. Louis.) But let’s put things in perspective; she’s 90 years old and her team has not won a World Series in her life.
I think we all agree it’s about damn time.