Matters of Import
Posted by Peter Chen, columnist
I don’t usually make sports posts, but today marks the first spring training (it’s spring?!) game for my favorite baseball club, the Chicago Ursine Young (not to be confused with the Chicago Ursine Adults), playing the New York Giants of San Francisco. In any case, this has made me about as giddy as I can legally get without the use of mind-altering substances.
As any Cubs fan knows, every year is “The Year,” that is to say, the year that the Cubs end their near-century-long championship drought. Nothing gets me riled up quite like the Chicago Cubs. It’s basically like Lucy and the football; every year they get my hopes up, and every year they snuff them out faster than you can say “All-Star Break.”
But hey, hope springs eternal or something. Cubs-Giants@Scottsdale, first pitch 3:05 p.m. ET. It may be 20 degrees outside, but there’s no need to fear. After steroids hearings, forgettable trades and a snowy winter, spring is finally right around the corner. Baseball is here again.