I don't think there are any days that optimism soars quite like Opening Day in Chicago baseball. The small-balling Sox already got running, and the Cubbies start in an hour. Yup, it is only a matter of time before that fly-ball-of-optimism gets lost in the summer sun.
That was the less optimistic side talking. I still think there's a chance.
Ever a tinker of a chance in Chicago, that's what my Pop always said.
So, my predictions: Cubs-Sox win the two Central Divisions, the pennant, and meet in the World Series. Cubs in five there. A tinker of a chance, like I just said.
Labels: Chicago, Holiday Magic, Sports
