I can’t begin to explain the mounting excitement that has enveloped our home over the last number of weeks. In Chicago, we know what it’s like to be this close.
Our beloved Chicago Cubs were just five outs away from the World Series in 2003 when Steve Bartmann reached over the wall and sent into motion one the worst team sports’ chokes of all time.
Of course, there are some who will tell you that Steve Bartman was just a natural consequence of the Cubs’ real problem. It was the curse.
Well, curse or not, the Cubs haven’t won a World Series since 1908. Oh, they’ve been close a few times, but once in the post-season, the Chicago Cubs just can’t seem to bring home the big prize.
Likewise, fans of the Chicago Blackhawks have seen their share of disappointment. However, now, firmly entrenched in the Rocky Wirtz era of Chicago hockey, the Blackhawks seem destined to hoist Lord Stanley’s Cup. Last year they were close…but, alas, Chicago fans once again tasted the bitter taste of “almost”. But this year, in the playoffs for the second straight year, the young and talented Blackhawk “dream team” has rolled over its opponent in three straight series. Now on to the Flyers.
Tomorrow, the Chicago Blackhawks play Game One of the 2010 Stanley Cup Finals. And for the next two weeks, everything else will cease to matter in our home. My three daughters have been fans since they were little girls. They have dreamed of this moment for half their lives! (Cub fans have dreamed slightly longer, but…oh well!)
Of course, I want the Hawks to win. But nothing would make me happier than to see my girls (and their little brother) have this moment!
Some people say it’s just a game. But right at the moment, I’m not so sure!