I've posted a few Cubs related blogs over the past half a year, but today is a special day. Today is the day the Cubs became the champions of the 2008 National League Central Division!
Let me explain to you all what this means to me, from a die-hard fan's perspective. I've seen (excluding today) three clinchers over the past twelve years. You always walk in with high expectations and two out of those three times we've been sorely disappointed (with the sole exception being 2003). That being said, this year is a lot different, for several reasons. We haven't won 93 games since 1989, and we still have nine more games to play. Realistically, we could pass the 1984 team's number of victories which was 96, and we haven't had more than 96 wins in a season since 1945.
This team is definitely special, but will that hold any water in the playoffs? Well, that's yet to be determined. It doesn't matter if we win 162 games this season, once you hit October baseball, it's a whole new season, in a sense. Everything changes, match-ups from the previous season don't seem to matter much anymore, and it's a wild rat race for the trophy in the end. Lord knows it isn't an easy one, either.
As I've stated, this is my fourth clincher in my lifetime, and the three prior ones ended in sore disappointment. But in fairness, allow me to reflect on the good times, when the clinch actually occurred, before we could eventually be let down in the October atmosphere. Whenever the Cubs could clinch in front of 40,000 faithful fans at Wrigley Field and in front of the eyes of millions of others, it's a special moment, one which right now, sorely deserves reflection.
Most people in my age group aren't going to remember 1998, but it was actually the first season I remember tremendously vividly (been a fan since '96, you do the math). Sammy Sosa in The Great Home Run Race against Mark McGwire, rookie Kerry Wood stunning the world with thirteen victories, nearly 11 strikeouts per start, and a magical 20 strikeout performance that May, and the little guys around them, like Hernandez, Morandini, Gaetti, Tapani, and co. getting the job done on a regular basis. It was a magical season indeed, one of my personal favorites to date.
So we take you to September 28, 1998. The Cubs were in the Wild Card hunt for a very long time, in a race with the New York Mets and San Francisco Giants. Well, the Mets got knocked out that Saturday, and the Cubs and Giants lost on the final game that Sunday. So after a road trip from Houston's atrocious Astrodome, the Cubs hiked up to Wrigley for a night game that following Monday, winning the coin toss against the Giants of San Fran.
The Cubs and their faithful hadn't seen postseason baseball since 1989 against, ironically, the very same Giants. They didn't seem up to the task though. Henry Rodriguez was humorously showered with "O Henry!" candy bars in left field, which took the grounds crew over fifteen minutes to clean up before resuming play. Steve Trachsel took a no-hitter into the seventh inning, and Gary Gaetti hit, in my opinion, one of the most memorable home runs in Cubs history in the fifth inning giving us a 1-0 lead. Appropriately, the rare 163rd game of the season ended with astounding closer Rod Beck to get a pop-up to Cub legend Mark Grace at first base, and what do ya know? The Cubs were headed to the playoffs for the first time in nine years.
Playoff Recap: The Cubs face the NL East champion Atlanta Braves, who won an incredible 106 games that season compared to our silly 90 wins. Well, that match-up really didn't disappoint baseball fans, as we were swept mercilously in three games, being outscored 15-4. Jim Riggleman didn't know how on earth to set up a postseason rotation or lineup because, well...he was an idiot. Not a proud series for Cub fans, though we did get nice pitching performances from Terry Mulholland and Kerry Wood.
After five dreadful years (excluding the impressive 2001 season, going a horrendous 199-287), we had a breath of fresh air. Dusty Baker, who originally took the Giants that previous season to the World Series, had been hired as the manager of the Cubs. 2003 was a great season, only stand-out performer being Mark Prior winning 18 games. Outside of him, it was a team effort. Guys like Karros, Grudzielanek, Ramirez, Alou, Lofton, Sosa, Wood, Zambrano, Clement, Guthrie, and Borowski held this team on their shoulders and took this team to their first division title since 1989 (note-Wild Cards do not constitute division titles).
Fast forward to September 27. 2003, just one day from marking five years since the Cubs clinched a playoff berth. The game on Friday the 26th got rained out, so the Cubs went into Saturday the 27th facing a doubleheader against the Pittsburgh Pirates, in very chilly fall conditions at Wrigley Field. The team's magic number was two, and a loss by the Houston Astros that day would make it one, and the fans were absolutely pumped for this game.
Mark Prior was set to go looking for win number 18 in the first game. The Houston / Milwaukee Brewer game was going on at the same time, and I'll tell you, it was absolute insanity when Milwaukee scored four runs in an inning once the scoreboard workers changed it. Never in your life would you hear that park that loud for something seemingly so minimal. The Cubs won the first game 4-2, thanks to a homer by catcher Damian Miller which really helped out the offense. The second game was dark, storm clouds passing in and out, with Matt Clement facing the task of taking his team to the postseason (and looking for his 14th win). The game started off well, with Sosa hitting a first inning homer off Ryan Vogelsong and the team scoring five more runs in the second. The ninth came with the Cubs ahead, and Jose Hernandez from the 1998 team (now with Pittsburgh) grounded into a 6-4-3 double play ending the game in the very cloudy early evening of Wrigley Field. The mob scene in the streets, on the field, and in the stands was absolutely astounding, and seeing the team so happy after such a grueling season was truly magical.
Playoff Recap: The Cubs, with 88 wins, were set to rematch against the Atlanta Braves, this time with 101 wins. The Cubs surprisingly took the series to all five games, and eventually clinched a spot in the second round against the Florida Marlins in the final game. The second round had an outstanding start, we went up 3-1 before losing three more games (going all seven that round) and eventually losing our World Series spot. And Game 6's clusterfuck wasn't Steve Bartman's fault. If Alex Gonzalez were any kind of a player he wouldn't have muffed up the double play and we'd have just been three outs away from our first World Series since 1945.
Three more dreadful seasons followed. 2004 we actually won more games (89, not drastic) but didn't make the playoffs because of petty clubhouse nonsense. 2005 had high expectations but we ended up four games under .500. 2006, well, don't get me started. But 2007 marked change. We hired one of my favorite managers of all-time, Lou Piniella, to take this team to a better direction. We signed Ted Lilly, Alfonso Soriano, Mark DeRosa, among others, and really seemed like a possible contender.
So we have a miserable start to the season, including a dugout fight between Michael Barrett and Carlos Zambrano, but Lou Piniella's tantrum the day after with an umpire sparked inspiration into the team. We had an incredible month of June and a pretty good July, and by August we propelled to first place, after being in second by eight games at one point in the season. It was a fun ride to success, I must say.
So enter September 28, 2007. We got off a miserable sweep against the Marlins and went into Cincinnati with a very small lead in first place. The game started with a lead-off homer by Alfonso Soriano, followed by five more runs later in the game to win 6-0, but that wasn't the clincher yet. The Brewers still had a game in progress against the San Diego Padres, who were hungry for a playoff berth of their own. With the Cubs waiting in the Reds clubhouse, the Padres shut the Brewers out, and the Cubs were NL Central champs once again. Though based on a somewhat rocky season, postseason expectations couldn't be too high, at least for myself. So yes, the celebration was exciting, but quiet. We still had a long way to go.
Postseason Recap: The Cubs with only 87 wins faced off with the Arizona Diamondbacks who won 90. The series were basically shades of '98, just bad baseball, weak offense, subpar pitching. We weren't prepared, and while we weren't mis-matched against a team with 106 wins, it was still pretty disasterous.
Much like in 2004, there were high expectations for a follow-up. The cold winters of the offseason were unbearable for Cubs fans, including myself. The Cubs Convention filled the void for the twenty days before pitchers and catchers reported to Spring Training. Lou Piniella and the players continued to state that there was "unfinished business" to take care of, and fans bought it.
And boy, they should be glad they did. The season started in April with the Cubs posting an outrageous record of 18-9. For much of the season, we were the hottest team in all of baseball, eventually with the most come from behind victories in the sport, as well as the second best home record and best overall record in Major League Baseball.
So we go into September 20, 2008 with 92 wins in the books, which is incredible because we hadn't even won more than 90 games since 1989 (93). With still nine games to go, the Cubs would face the rival St. Louis Cardinals, and after a miserable loss for the Milwaukee Brewers the night before, all the Cubs needed to do was win and they would clinch the NL Central for the third time in six years, something it took them 40 years to do before 1984. All started off well, with Alfonso Soriano driving in three on a triple in the second inning, and later Mark DeRosa driving in a run on a double and Ted Lilly bringing him home on a surprise suicide squeeze. The score would be 5-0 until the sixth, when Troy Glaus of the Cardinals hit a monsterous three run blast after the Cards had already scored one run, making the score now 5-4. The game remained that way until the bottom of the ninth, enter Kerry Wood. With two outs he faced the pesty Aaron Miles, who graciously popped up to Jim Edmonds in center, resulting in the Cubs' fourth playoff berth in ten years.
The celebration at Wrigley was something special yesterday. It was different from '03, the energy level was the same, but the reason for that was different. In '03 we snuck up on Houston and were a surprise champion. This season was different, we were a monster all season long and it was inevitable that we were going to clinch after taking a seven game lead in the middle of September. The fans were celebrating the magical season that was 2008, but it was VERY subdued in the clubhouse for awhile because everyone in the ballclub knows that there's much more baseball to be played. Sure, the players ran around and sprayed Champaigne into the stands, and celebrated hard like any team should. But still, there was the awareness to not assume we've "won" anything yet. And Lou Piniella is dead on for brainwashing that mentality into the players.
So now we have a week left to play baseball and work out the playoff roster. This is the earliest a Cubs team has clinched playoff berth since 1932. So we've got a ton of time to prepare for October baseball and right now I'm feeling comfortable. Throw us against a team like Philadelphia, I won't be so comfortable, hah.
Still, look at how awful two of the three postseason recaps were. Yet I'll always maintain positive memories of the season because the clincher essentially captures the true essence of the team in one game, one celebration. Whenever a team clinches a playoff berth, it's a special moment, especially when it's the Cubs. The city of Chicago lights up, hoping that maybe this time, we'll get it right.
Hey, who knows, this may be the year. But I'll never make that assumption until we actually win it all. I was there to witness 2003 fall apart right before my eyes, and since then, I'll never, ever be stupid enough to hold up an "It's Gonna Happen" sign, because until it does happen, it hasn't. That sounds like a really stupid remark but think about it. You can't jump to that conclusion until it's over, and it's far from that right now. If you expect it, your chances of getting let down are better than of them getting fulfilled.
Still, in the words of Eddie Vedder, "Someday we'll go all the way." The hope is ALWAYS there, and I'll always be saying "Believe in AC 00 00 00" until it happens.
-Zach
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
"Reflection: September 13, 1998"
Allow me to paint a picture for you, shall I?
It's one of the last days in the summer of 1998, and I was in the mere age of seven, innocent and skating by in a stress-free, work-free lifestyle. I just started First Grade, a time when school was actually enjoyable and something to look forward to. The family had decided to buy a vacation to Florida for that October just a few weeks prior, a trip everyone, from my mother, my sister, grandma, grandpa, and Uncle Tom, all except my father, would attend, my first time ever on a REAL vacation. Chicago sports had taken a beating, dismantling the Chicago Bulls dynasty, no real interest in Blackhawks hockey anymore, the Bears were losing, the White Sox were subpar. But there was one ray of hope, yes, you guessed it. My Cubs were winning, for the first time in the three years I had been watching them, in the magical fairy tale season that was 1998.
Today was Sunday, September 13, 1998. Typically on Sundays, my mother, sister, and I would head over to the grandparents' house for a lunch / dinner around three in the afternoon, and I'd spend most of my time with my grandpa and uncle over the summer watching Cubs games on WGN, as the aroma of pork, perogi, sometimes saurkraut or cauliflour, and my favorite dish of my grandmother's, mashed potatoes, filled the air as we awaited the feast. This Sunday was no different, except for the fact that at it's standard 1:20 PM start, we didn't know history would be made.
Let's recap the first two games of this series. The Wild Card leading Cubs began a series against the Milwaukee Brewers on Friday, September 11, 1998 at Wrigley Field. The team, at this point, needed to win as many games as possible in order to stand pat in the race, as the New York Mets and San Francisco Giants showed no signs of slowing down at this point. The Cubs had a solid 82-66 record, by far exceeding expectations for the season, but the Brewers were in fourth place in the NL Central and essentially out of contention, so they were playing the spoiler. This was also special, not to mention, because of Sammy Sosa's status in the Great Home Run Race of '98, standing at 58 and could likely catch up to leader Mark McGwire (62) by weekend's end.
Sparks flew in the first game that Friday, sadly resulting in a 13-11 victory for the Brewers. Don Wengert pitched only two and a third, allowing five Milwaukee runs, but his replacement, Rodney Myers was no better, giving up four. The Cubs burned through a whopping six relievers in the loss, but the Cubs did fight, with homers by Gary Gaetti (15th), Jason Maxwell (1st), and at no surprise, Sammy Sosa (59th), snapping a five game homer-less streak.
The second game was even more of a thriller, starting off poorly once again for the Chicago Cubs. Mike Morgan surrendered eight runs in three innings, allowing homers to Geoff Jenkins, Jeromy Burnitz, and Bobby Hughes. By the bottom of the seventh, Milwaukee led the Cubs 12-5, but an offensive explosion by the Cubs brought them within just three (courtesy of a three-run homer by Sammy Sosa, now standing at 60 on the year). The Cubs eventually tied it and took the game to the bottom of the ninth, still trailing, this time 12-10. The Cubs tied it up with punch base hits, but the big hit was a pinch-hit, three-run homer by Orlando Merced, thrusting the Cubs to a shocking 15-12 victory.
Could the series possibly get anymore exciting? It was tied 1-1 going into Sunday the 13th, with both teams scoring a combined 51 runs in the series alone (by then the third highest run total for one series in the 1998 season, with one more game to go). You wouldn't believe it, but damnit, it did. It was "Gracie the Swan" promotional giveaway day, where swan Beanie Babies were given out in commemoration of Cubs legendary first baseman Mark Grace. Grandpa, Uncle Tom, and I expressed our interest in wanting to be there amidst the 87 degree Indian summer North Side heat, sadly it was the hottest ticket in Chicago since the NBA Finals that past June.
It started off negatively once again, with Steve Trachsel starting the game off by giving up a solo home run to Mark Loretta in the first, making it 1-0. Things didn't get any better as Milwaukee would go up 2-0 on pesky base hits by the bottom of the third. But in that bottom half of the inning, the Cubs offense powered it's way to a six run inning, thanks to hits by Mickey Morandini, Scott Servais, Jose Hernandez, Glenallen Hill, and Gary Gaetti, and even doubles by pitcher Steve Trachsel and Mark Grace, playing surprising small-ball instead of the usual, powerful approach the team had normally taken. The Cubs led 6-2.
Trachsel, however, was ready to let that slip. After retiring Jeff Cirillo, he gave up Jeromy Burnitz's 36th homer of the season, making it a 6-3 score. Things were silent from here on out until the bottom of the fifth, where Mark Grace singled to set-up Sammy Sosa's third at-bat of the game. All eyes were on Chicago's latest hero to bring the Cubs ahead further, and he didn't disappoint. Sosa hammered a 480 foot blast to left field (I agree with Steve Stone's assessment of the distance being "grossly understated") for #61 on the season, tying Roger Maris' former single-season record (broken by McGwire just five days prior). The Cubs were now ahead 8-3. Seemed like a good lead, but the way the series had been, nothing was ever set in stone. In the top of the sixth, after retiring Dave Nilsson, Trachsel surrendered a home run to Jeff Cirillo, closing the gap within four runs. Then the Brewers led off the top of the seventh with a home run by Bobby Hughes, making the score 8-5.
Exit Steve Trachsel, enter Terry Mulholland, retiring the rest of the Brewers easily. After Chris O'Donnell gave a quote-unquote "stirring" rendition of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," the Cubs stepped in, still ahead, and Sosa led off. He struck out, and the place became silent as the Cubs were retired aside from one walk to Glenallen Hill. The top of the eighth was vital for the Brewers, as they scored four runs off Mulholland, all on punchy base hits. Suddenly, the Brewers were ahead 9-8. The bottom of the Cubs' eighth was quiet. Guys got on base but failed to score. The top of the ninth saw Jeff Cirillo hitting another home run, this time off Cub newcomer Chris Haney. Brewers went up 10-8 by the end of the inning.
Now is when the REAL fun begins. It's the bottom of the ninth. Crunch time. The shadow-line had already crossed the infield as the game surpasses it's standard three-hour run-time. The Cub fans, who would've usually left by now in the 1997 season (since a loss could be expected), are staying not only to see Sammy Sosa anymore, but to also see their beloved Cubbies pull out their 84th win of the year and maintain first in the Wild Card race.
After Grace led off and grounded out, it was Sosa turn, millions of eyes outside of the 40,000 strong at Wrigley around the world surrounding him, awaiting history to be made. He didn't disappoint, as he smacked one of the longest home runs I'd ever seen in my days at Wrigley Field, hit into the alley outside of left-center field (another grossly underestimated 480 feet). This would be one of the most touching moments I'd ever seen in a baseball game. Tears filled the eyes of Sammy Sosa, the fans at Wrigley Field, my mother, myself, and I think my grandfather, over such an accomplishment for such a tremendous hero. Yes, in future years Sosa would alienate his fanbase away from him and turn into a serious egomaniac, but here, he was just the little guy, succeeding and beating the odds, before the success got to him. He was the guy who cared more about his team winning than his own record, the guy who gave his millions to people who needed it more than he did. Suddenly, this guy was a superstar, who put up numbers as if he were a machine, but his tears proved he was human after all. Without question, the greatest moment I'd ever seen on a baseball field in my lifetime, and after a whopping three curtain calls, the game continued, in front of 40,000 roaring fans.
There was still baseball to be played though. Sosa's homer put the Cubs only within one of Milwaukee, and the injured pinch-hitter Henry Rodriguez dug in and doubled on the first pitch, admirably limping into second base. Chip Caray had stated amidst the excitement (and excited himself) that "My grandfather said in the fourth game of the 1964 season that the Cardinals would win the World Series. Well, as crazy as it sounded then, you get the feeling that this may just be our year..." Jason Maxwell pinch-ran, and on a 2-2 count, Gary Gaetti slapped a single up the middle which scored Maxwell and tied the game. 10-10. Un-be-lievable. It was a mob scene at the ballpark no one ever expected to see in 1998. It's safe to say it was the most ambitious and positive I've ever seen that ballpark in my entire life.
The game would go to extra innings, and Rod Beck (Shooter, if you will), our excellent closer with 50 saves, comes in and shuts down the Brewers 1-2-3 in the top of the tenth. It was the Cubs' chance to pull out a victory in the bottom of the inning. After Lance Johnson and Jose Hernandez lost their at-bats, Mark Grace dug in with two outs, and on "Gracie the Swan" day, he caps off the legendary game in perfect fashion, by delivering a solo blast into the streets in right field to win the game for the Cubs, final score 11-10. As "Celebration" played in the background, the team carried Sammy Sosa on their shoulders as they walked off Wrigley, and with a final curtain call by Mark Grace, the game was officially over. But the fans stuck around, and I'm not sure if anyone knows how long the folks actually stuck around...
I don't care what ANY Cubs fan says, that was single-handedly the best series ever at Wrigley Field and possibly Cubs history. The excitement, the drama, the back-and-forth of the score, the playoff atmosphere, the "90 Mile Rivalry" (as I call it) with the Brewers, the magic of the home run race, the magic of the Wild Card race. It was single-handedly a story-book series, one that must NEVER be forgotten by Cubs fans. And probably wouldn't.
I'll never forget the end of the game, my grandfather said to me "Remember this game, and remember this series. You'll never see another one like it ever again. I know I haven't." And he was right. I have yet to see something as exciting as that mid-September series on the North Side. When teams combine to score 72 runs in a three game series, you know it's something special. Steve Stone's "offensive onslaught" description seems rather fitting, eh?
The last game was the greatest Cub game I'd ever seen in my life. It capped off a magical series perfectly, with pieces of history thrown in there and an ending that you could only write in a book. September 13, 1998 is easily one of the finest memories of my entire life, even for being so young. Thanks to the Cubs Legends DVD box set, I was able to relive the memory today. Certainly not the sunny, 87 degree day it was ten years ago, but nevertheless, the chills ran down my spine when Chip Caray would call the home runs and the end of the game, as they were just as vibrant as they were this day ten years ago.
Probably the best baseball experience I ever shared with my grandfather and uncle, and probably the best experience to date. Hard to believe a regular season game tops off all the playoff victories and clinchers I'd seen, but there was something in the air that day, and something magical about that 1998 season, that makes it's memory so valuable. And I'm damn proud to have been around long enough to remember it and respect it the way I do today.
-Zach
It's one of the last days in the summer of 1998, and I was in the mere age of seven, innocent and skating by in a stress-free, work-free lifestyle. I just started First Grade, a time when school was actually enjoyable and something to look forward to. The family had decided to buy a vacation to Florida for that October just a few weeks prior, a trip everyone, from my mother, my sister, grandma, grandpa, and Uncle Tom, all except my father, would attend, my first time ever on a REAL vacation. Chicago sports had taken a beating, dismantling the Chicago Bulls dynasty, no real interest in Blackhawks hockey anymore, the Bears were losing, the White Sox were subpar. But there was one ray of hope, yes, you guessed it. My Cubs were winning, for the first time in the three years I had been watching them, in the magical fairy tale season that was 1998.
Today was Sunday, September 13, 1998. Typically on Sundays, my mother, sister, and I would head over to the grandparents' house for a lunch / dinner around three in the afternoon, and I'd spend most of my time with my grandpa and uncle over the summer watching Cubs games on WGN, as the aroma of pork, perogi, sometimes saurkraut or cauliflour, and my favorite dish of my grandmother's, mashed potatoes, filled the air as we awaited the feast. This Sunday was no different, except for the fact that at it's standard 1:20 PM start, we didn't know history would be made.
Let's recap the first two games of this series. The Wild Card leading Cubs began a series against the Milwaukee Brewers on Friday, September 11, 1998 at Wrigley Field. The team, at this point, needed to win as many games as possible in order to stand pat in the race, as the New York Mets and San Francisco Giants showed no signs of slowing down at this point. The Cubs had a solid 82-66 record, by far exceeding expectations for the season, but the Brewers were in fourth place in the NL Central and essentially out of contention, so they were playing the spoiler. This was also special, not to mention, because of Sammy Sosa's status in the Great Home Run Race of '98, standing at 58 and could likely catch up to leader Mark McGwire (62) by weekend's end.
Sparks flew in the first game that Friday, sadly resulting in a 13-11 victory for the Brewers. Don Wengert pitched only two and a third, allowing five Milwaukee runs, but his replacement, Rodney Myers was no better, giving up four. The Cubs burned through a whopping six relievers in the loss, but the Cubs did fight, with homers by Gary Gaetti (15th), Jason Maxwell (1st), and at no surprise, Sammy Sosa (59th), snapping a five game homer-less streak.
The second game was even more of a thriller, starting off poorly once again for the Chicago Cubs. Mike Morgan surrendered eight runs in three innings, allowing homers to Geoff Jenkins, Jeromy Burnitz, and Bobby Hughes. By the bottom of the seventh, Milwaukee led the Cubs 12-5, but an offensive explosion by the Cubs brought them within just three (courtesy of a three-run homer by Sammy Sosa, now standing at 60 on the year). The Cubs eventually tied it and took the game to the bottom of the ninth, still trailing, this time 12-10. The Cubs tied it up with punch base hits, but the big hit was a pinch-hit, three-run homer by Orlando Merced, thrusting the Cubs to a shocking 15-12 victory.
Could the series possibly get anymore exciting? It was tied 1-1 going into Sunday the 13th, with both teams scoring a combined 51 runs in the series alone (by then the third highest run total for one series in the 1998 season, with one more game to go). You wouldn't believe it, but damnit, it did. It was "Gracie the Swan" promotional giveaway day, where swan Beanie Babies were given out in commemoration of Cubs legendary first baseman Mark Grace. Grandpa, Uncle Tom, and I expressed our interest in wanting to be there amidst the 87 degree Indian summer North Side heat, sadly it was the hottest ticket in Chicago since the NBA Finals that past June.
It started off negatively once again, with Steve Trachsel starting the game off by giving up a solo home run to Mark Loretta in the first, making it 1-0. Things didn't get any better as Milwaukee would go up 2-0 on pesky base hits by the bottom of the third. But in that bottom half of the inning, the Cubs offense powered it's way to a six run inning, thanks to hits by Mickey Morandini, Scott Servais, Jose Hernandez, Glenallen Hill, and Gary Gaetti, and even doubles by pitcher Steve Trachsel and Mark Grace, playing surprising small-ball instead of the usual, powerful approach the team had normally taken. The Cubs led 6-2.
Trachsel, however, was ready to let that slip. After retiring Jeff Cirillo, he gave up Jeromy Burnitz's 36th homer of the season, making it a 6-3 score. Things were silent from here on out until the bottom of the fifth, where Mark Grace singled to set-up Sammy Sosa's third at-bat of the game. All eyes were on Chicago's latest hero to bring the Cubs ahead further, and he didn't disappoint. Sosa hammered a 480 foot blast to left field (I agree with Steve Stone's assessment of the distance being "grossly understated") for #61 on the season, tying Roger Maris' former single-season record (broken by McGwire just five days prior). The Cubs were now ahead 8-3. Seemed like a good lead, but the way the series had been, nothing was ever set in stone. In the top of the sixth, after retiring Dave Nilsson, Trachsel surrendered a home run to Jeff Cirillo, closing the gap within four runs. Then the Brewers led off the top of the seventh with a home run by Bobby Hughes, making the score 8-5.
Exit Steve Trachsel, enter Terry Mulholland, retiring the rest of the Brewers easily. After Chris O'Donnell gave a quote-unquote "stirring" rendition of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," the Cubs stepped in, still ahead, and Sosa led off. He struck out, and the place became silent as the Cubs were retired aside from one walk to Glenallen Hill. The top of the eighth was vital for the Brewers, as they scored four runs off Mulholland, all on punchy base hits. Suddenly, the Brewers were ahead 9-8. The bottom of the Cubs' eighth was quiet. Guys got on base but failed to score. The top of the ninth saw Jeff Cirillo hitting another home run, this time off Cub newcomer Chris Haney. Brewers went up 10-8 by the end of the inning.
Now is when the REAL fun begins. It's the bottom of the ninth. Crunch time. The shadow-line had already crossed the infield as the game surpasses it's standard three-hour run-time. The Cub fans, who would've usually left by now in the 1997 season (since a loss could be expected), are staying not only to see Sammy Sosa anymore, but to also see their beloved Cubbies pull out their 84th win of the year and maintain first in the Wild Card race.
After Grace led off and grounded out, it was Sosa turn, millions of eyes outside of the 40,000 strong at Wrigley around the world surrounding him, awaiting history to be made. He didn't disappoint, as he smacked one of the longest home runs I'd ever seen in my days at Wrigley Field, hit into the alley outside of left-center field (another grossly underestimated 480 feet). This would be one of the most touching moments I'd ever seen in a baseball game. Tears filled the eyes of Sammy Sosa, the fans at Wrigley Field, my mother, myself, and I think my grandfather, over such an accomplishment for such a tremendous hero. Yes, in future years Sosa would alienate his fanbase away from him and turn into a serious egomaniac, but here, he was just the little guy, succeeding and beating the odds, before the success got to him. He was the guy who cared more about his team winning than his own record, the guy who gave his millions to people who needed it more than he did. Suddenly, this guy was a superstar, who put up numbers as if he were a machine, but his tears proved he was human after all. Without question, the greatest moment I'd ever seen on a baseball field in my lifetime, and after a whopping three curtain calls, the game continued, in front of 40,000 roaring fans.
There was still baseball to be played though. Sosa's homer put the Cubs only within one of Milwaukee, and the injured pinch-hitter Henry Rodriguez dug in and doubled on the first pitch, admirably limping into second base. Chip Caray had stated amidst the excitement (and excited himself) that "My grandfather said in the fourth game of the 1964 season that the Cardinals would win the World Series. Well, as crazy as it sounded then, you get the feeling that this may just be our year..." Jason Maxwell pinch-ran, and on a 2-2 count, Gary Gaetti slapped a single up the middle which scored Maxwell and tied the game. 10-10. Un-be-lievable. It was a mob scene at the ballpark no one ever expected to see in 1998. It's safe to say it was the most ambitious and positive I've ever seen that ballpark in my entire life.
The game would go to extra innings, and Rod Beck (Shooter, if you will), our excellent closer with 50 saves, comes in and shuts down the Brewers 1-2-3 in the top of the tenth. It was the Cubs' chance to pull out a victory in the bottom of the inning. After Lance Johnson and Jose Hernandez lost their at-bats, Mark Grace dug in with two outs, and on "Gracie the Swan" day, he caps off the legendary game in perfect fashion, by delivering a solo blast into the streets in right field to win the game for the Cubs, final score 11-10. As "Celebration" played in the background, the team carried Sammy Sosa on their shoulders as they walked off Wrigley, and with a final curtain call by Mark Grace, the game was officially over. But the fans stuck around, and I'm not sure if anyone knows how long the folks actually stuck around...
I don't care what ANY Cubs fan says, that was single-handedly the best series ever at Wrigley Field and possibly Cubs history. The excitement, the drama, the back-and-forth of the score, the playoff atmosphere, the "90 Mile Rivalry" (as I call it) with the Brewers, the magic of the home run race, the magic of the Wild Card race. It was single-handedly a story-book series, one that must NEVER be forgotten by Cubs fans. And probably wouldn't.
I'll never forget the end of the game, my grandfather said to me "Remember this game, and remember this series. You'll never see another one like it ever again. I know I haven't." And he was right. I have yet to see something as exciting as that mid-September series on the North Side. When teams combine to score 72 runs in a three game series, you know it's something special. Steve Stone's "offensive onslaught" description seems rather fitting, eh?
The last game was the greatest Cub game I'd ever seen in my life. It capped off a magical series perfectly, with pieces of history thrown in there and an ending that you could only write in a book. September 13, 1998 is easily one of the finest memories of my entire life, even for being so young. Thanks to the Cubs Legends DVD box set, I was able to relive the memory today. Certainly not the sunny, 87 degree day it was ten years ago, but nevertheless, the chills ran down my spine when Chip Caray would call the home runs and the end of the game, as they were just as vibrant as they were this day ten years ago.
Probably the best baseball experience I ever shared with my grandfather and uncle, and probably the best experience to date. Hard to believe a regular season game tops off all the playoff victories and clinchers I'd seen, but there was something in the air that day, and something magical about that 1998 season, that makes it's memory so valuable. And I'm damn proud to have been around long enough to remember it and respect it the way I do today.
-Zach
Saturday, August 23, 2008
"That's How it Is, and How it Ought to Be..." August 23, 2008
I really can't remember the last time I went three weeks without posting anything. I'm usually consistent, even when it comes to filler, but somehow I've overlooked that aspect of late. What gives?
To put it bluntly, 2008 has been a very interesting and exciting year, a story which will have so many more positives to it than my 2007 wrap-up come New Years Eve. But with excitement also comes business, which isn't something to be totally enthusiastic about. Frankly, this is the first time I've been forced to do any labor since May 28th. This may very well explain why I haven't posted any updates recently. Yes, I'm back in school, and no, I'm not happy about it. I feel like so much more could've--and should've--been done with my summer, even though through reflection it may very well go down as the best summer of my life. Perplexing, ain't it?
My last update on life in general was on July 20th, it's safe to say enough has happened since then to fill up a decent blog. It's really no question that I HAVE been busy, but with what exactly? Well, for starters, on July 24th I went to my uncle's in Midway, where I'd eventually stay for a week, including a trip to Milwaukee sandwiched somewhere in there. We left for Milwaukee via Amtrak the next day, nice, smooth ride. Then we got lost looking for our hotel, which was a pain in the ass because the luggage we were carrying was outrageously heavy. Eventually we did find it (try finding "Plankinton" if you've never been in Milwaukee before), so we stopped for Subway and camped out there for the afternoon, watching the Cubs shamelessly lose to the Florida Marlins.
But what exactly were we doing in Milwaukee? Well, primary objectives were two things: Catch two Brewers games, and the Police concert up there. We managed both successfully. The Police, like always, put on a very solid show, not much more to say that most don't already know. The Brewers games were interesting, second moreso than the first. The first had Houston winning 3-1 in a three hour game that didn't see much action. Not a pitcher's duel, guys were getting hits, just not scoring. The second was a thrill, Brewers winning, to my knowledge, 6-4, powered by a Ryan Braun go-ahead two run homer. I also got to meet the "High Life" guy, Windell Middlebrooks ("For $13, I'll BE a Macadamia Nut!"). What a beast! Miller Park is a good venue for a baseball game, nice and wide, seats about 43,000. I was impressed.
We went home that Sunday and would just relax, watch the Cubs, etc. Typical Sunday afternoon reminiscent of my early childhood (nice lunch / dinner from my grandma, Cubs baseball, summer weather...). Monday the 28th saw us heading downtown to Navy Pier's IMAX to see "The Dark Knight," which lived up to it's hype (except Two-Face, which was a totally moronic addition). We'd feast at Harry Caray's that evening and head home. The next day saw us attending the "Road to Wrigley" minor league game between the Kane County Cougars and Peoria Chiefs, which Sean attended with my uncle and I. Honestly, the fondest memories would be putting up a five run Cubs sixth inning against the Brewers on the scoreboard, allowing the crowd to go totally apeshit, and the rain that caused the game to end abruptly in the 9th inning. Interesting night, to say the least. Shame those National City bastards wouldn't let me get my Sandberg jersey signed. So far I'm 0-2 in my attempts with THAT.
Wednesday I headed home, and my long week was recorded in the book as my last stay away from home for the summer. No complaints, I've had a couple week-long getaways this summer, which ain't bad. Anything to get me out of Lockport.
It's safe to say that I essentially sat on my arse and did nothing substantial for a week after coming home, other than resting from my outrageously busy previous week and beginning to dread the beginning of school. On August 5th, the whole family attended the Cubs / Astros game at Wrigley Field. It's safe to say that game was one of the best of the entire season, with the Cubs coming from behind to win 11-7. Man, what a thriller! The atmosphere in that place in a come-from-behind victory is simply phenomenal. It was a very successful day, and I even pulled off autographs of Houston's Hunter Pence and Jose Valverde.
Following that, not much to really talk about. Dale and I really wanted to do the Extreme show on August 9th but there was absolutely no way we could pull it off, sadly. The saddest part about my time between August 6th and August 15th is that the most eventful thing that happened to me was my laptop crashing briefly and not having the slightest idea how to recover it (dad, our computer guru, was in Dallas). Told ya it was sad. The good thing is, I spent my whole final week of freedom well-rested, so who am I to complain, really?
August 15th was the day that no middle-school, junior high, or high school student wants to arrive. That would be the dreaded first day of school. Went by much smoother than I had expected, but really, the whole "come in Friday to be prepared for Monday" idea is total bullshit. Either way, not many complaints. This past week was my first full week of school and as of now, I don't have much to say. But, it's only a week in, and being the generally "glass half-empty" kinda guy I am, I'm expecting something to turn that around soon enough. Hard to be optimistic in a place like Lockport Township High School.
Hey, one of my rare "glass half-full" thoughts would be that, I only have two more years of dealing with these people, before I set out to do what I want and live my own life. Just the sound of it sends positive chills down my spine. So lately my mentality is go in, get my work done, come home, do homework, rest, come in, same deal. I don't bother with much else anymore, which to me seems logical.
That wraps up the things that I have done and accomplished since my last post, and I'd say it's really nice closure to a seemingly perfect summer. I honestly don't think I had one worry (aside of the computer incident) the whole time, which is a really rare occurrance for me. I'm very proud of it, for a change. Sadly, St. Dans Carnival this year was NOT a success, but that's nobody's fault. Obligations get in the way, it happens. So I couldn't wrap up my summer perfectly, but it was still damn good.
So, what's up now and what's up in the future? Well, the now has been pretty solid. School's off to a solid start, which I couldn't say for myself the past two years (even though Sophomore year had a fantastic end). I've caught up with someone who had left a considerable impact on my past, and I'm very happy that things are generally positive in that area. I won't say the name (seriously, do I usually say names, anyway?), but I'm sure she knows who she is. So things have been nice, I really don't have much to complain about. When was the last time THAT happened?
Future...future. Well, I'm not planning ahead too much. I do want to go to the Journey show on September 12th, but I'd have to gather a posse to go with me. When was the last time you heard "posse" and "Journey" thrown in the same sentence? Regardless, I really don't want to go by myself, at the same time, it's a show I'm looking to attend, and have for awhile. I've got time to ask around, so that's probably what I'll do. Other than that, not much else. I am also starting a serious website, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I don't like September, nor do I expect this September to be too hot. Now, when October nears, then we'll have something to talk about.
All in all, once again, pretty satisfied with life. It's the first time I've been consistently happy since May of 2005. And I DO mean that. Life's been a total roller coaster since June '05, so it's good to find some stability for a change. I don't know when I'll post something next, hopefully soon. Got a ton of ideas for filler blogs I can do in the time between monthly life updates. We'll see where I'm taken over the next few weeks.
As of now, that's about it. Good to be back at it, three weeks may not seem like much, but just look at my posting history. BIG difference. Stick around, I've got some good shit on the horizon. Until then, enjoy the grind of school. I know I will (end sarcasm)
-Zach
To put it bluntly, 2008 has been a very interesting and exciting year, a story which will have so many more positives to it than my 2007 wrap-up come New Years Eve. But with excitement also comes business, which isn't something to be totally enthusiastic about. Frankly, this is the first time I've been forced to do any labor since May 28th. This may very well explain why I haven't posted any updates recently. Yes, I'm back in school, and no, I'm not happy about it. I feel like so much more could've--and should've--been done with my summer, even though through reflection it may very well go down as the best summer of my life. Perplexing, ain't it?
My last update on life in general was on July 20th, it's safe to say enough has happened since then to fill up a decent blog. It's really no question that I HAVE been busy, but with what exactly? Well, for starters, on July 24th I went to my uncle's in Midway, where I'd eventually stay for a week, including a trip to Milwaukee sandwiched somewhere in there. We left for Milwaukee via Amtrak the next day, nice, smooth ride. Then we got lost looking for our hotel, which was a pain in the ass because the luggage we were carrying was outrageously heavy. Eventually we did find it (try finding "Plankinton" if you've never been in Milwaukee before), so we stopped for Subway and camped out there for the afternoon, watching the Cubs shamelessly lose to the Florida Marlins.
But what exactly were we doing in Milwaukee? Well, primary objectives were two things: Catch two Brewers games, and the Police concert up there. We managed both successfully. The Police, like always, put on a very solid show, not much more to say that most don't already know. The Brewers games were interesting, second moreso than the first. The first had Houston winning 3-1 in a three hour game that didn't see much action. Not a pitcher's duel, guys were getting hits, just not scoring. The second was a thrill, Brewers winning, to my knowledge, 6-4, powered by a Ryan Braun go-ahead two run homer. I also got to meet the "High Life" guy, Windell Middlebrooks ("For $13, I'll BE a Macadamia Nut!"). What a beast! Miller Park is a good venue for a baseball game, nice and wide, seats about 43,000. I was impressed.
We went home that Sunday and would just relax, watch the Cubs, etc. Typical Sunday afternoon reminiscent of my early childhood (nice lunch / dinner from my grandma, Cubs baseball, summer weather...). Monday the 28th saw us heading downtown to Navy Pier's IMAX to see "The Dark Knight," which lived up to it's hype (except Two-Face, which was a totally moronic addition). We'd feast at Harry Caray's that evening and head home. The next day saw us attending the "Road to Wrigley" minor league game between the Kane County Cougars and Peoria Chiefs, which Sean attended with my uncle and I. Honestly, the fondest memories would be putting up a five run Cubs sixth inning against the Brewers on the scoreboard, allowing the crowd to go totally apeshit, and the rain that caused the game to end abruptly in the 9th inning. Interesting night, to say the least. Shame those National City bastards wouldn't let me get my Sandberg jersey signed. So far I'm 0-2 in my attempts with THAT.
Wednesday I headed home, and my long week was recorded in the book as my last stay away from home for the summer. No complaints, I've had a couple week-long getaways this summer, which ain't bad. Anything to get me out of Lockport.
It's safe to say that I essentially sat on my arse and did nothing substantial for a week after coming home, other than resting from my outrageously busy previous week and beginning to dread the beginning of school. On August 5th, the whole family attended the Cubs / Astros game at Wrigley Field. It's safe to say that game was one of the best of the entire season, with the Cubs coming from behind to win 11-7. Man, what a thriller! The atmosphere in that place in a come-from-behind victory is simply phenomenal. It was a very successful day, and I even pulled off autographs of Houston's Hunter Pence and Jose Valverde.
Following that, not much to really talk about. Dale and I really wanted to do the Extreme show on August 9th but there was absolutely no way we could pull it off, sadly. The saddest part about my time between August 6th and August 15th is that the most eventful thing that happened to me was my laptop crashing briefly and not having the slightest idea how to recover it (dad, our computer guru, was in Dallas). Told ya it was sad. The good thing is, I spent my whole final week of freedom well-rested, so who am I to complain, really?
August 15th was the day that no middle-school, junior high, or high school student wants to arrive. That would be the dreaded first day of school. Went by much smoother than I had expected, but really, the whole "come in Friday to be prepared for Monday" idea is total bullshit. Either way, not many complaints. This past week was my first full week of school and as of now, I don't have much to say. But, it's only a week in, and being the generally "glass half-empty" kinda guy I am, I'm expecting something to turn that around soon enough. Hard to be optimistic in a place like Lockport Township High School.
Hey, one of my rare "glass half-full" thoughts would be that, I only have two more years of dealing with these people, before I set out to do what I want and live my own life. Just the sound of it sends positive chills down my spine. So lately my mentality is go in, get my work done, come home, do homework, rest, come in, same deal. I don't bother with much else anymore, which to me seems logical.
That wraps up the things that I have done and accomplished since my last post, and I'd say it's really nice closure to a seemingly perfect summer. I honestly don't think I had one worry (aside of the computer incident) the whole time, which is a really rare occurrance for me. I'm very proud of it, for a change. Sadly, St. Dans Carnival this year was NOT a success, but that's nobody's fault. Obligations get in the way, it happens. So I couldn't wrap up my summer perfectly, but it was still damn good.
So, what's up now and what's up in the future? Well, the now has been pretty solid. School's off to a solid start, which I couldn't say for myself the past two years (even though Sophomore year had a fantastic end). I've caught up with someone who had left a considerable impact on my past, and I'm very happy that things are generally positive in that area. I won't say the name (seriously, do I usually say names, anyway?), but I'm sure she knows who she is. So things have been nice, I really don't have much to complain about. When was the last time THAT happened?
Future...future. Well, I'm not planning ahead too much. I do want to go to the Journey show on September 12th, but I'd have to gather a posse to go with me. When was the last time you heard "posse" and "Journey" thrown in the same sentence? Regardless, I really don't want to go by myself, at the same time, it's a show I'm looking to attend, and have for awhile. I've got time to ask around, so that's probably what I'll do. Other than that, not much else. I am also starting a serious website, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I don't like September, nor do I expect this September to be too hot. Now, when October nears, then we'll have something to talk about.
All in all, once again, pretty satisfied with life. It's the first time I've been consistently happy since May of 2005. And I DO mean that. Life's been a total roller coaster since June '05, so it's good to find some stability for a change. I don't know when I'll post something next, hopefully soon. Got a ton of ideas for filler blogs I can do in the time between monthly life updates. We'll see where I'm taken over the next few weeks.
As of now, that's about it. Good to be back at it, three weeks may not seem like much, but just look at my posting history. BIG difference. Stick around, I've got some good shit on the horizon. Until then, enjoy the grind of school. I know I will (end sarcasm)
-Zach
Friday, August 1, 2008
"Reflection: 2001" - August 1, 2008
Here's a new concept I'd drummed up for a "filler blog," which is something I've needed a whole lot more of as of late. This idea is called "Reflection," where I reflect on a time period of my life that I remember very fondly, and I'll generally have a reason for posting it at the time that I do (say, sometime next March there may be a 2005 one in store). Whether it be good or bad, it's a memory nonetheless, one which hasn't been posted since it occurred at a time in my life before blogging / writing was a big deal to me.
We take ourselves back to the year 2001, a time when I was only first getting into the music I listen to today. A time when I still lived in Chicago and saw no sign on the horizon of going anywhere, except maybe somewhere else in the neighborhood. A time when you thought you understood the concept of a romantic relationship, but never even had a clue. A time when your dream was to start a band and wrote the worst songs ever known to man. A time when Sammy Sosa, Mark McGwire, and Barry Bonds led Major League Baseball in home runs, before anabolic steroids were ever an issue. A time when the Twin Towers still stood high, eclipsing the sun and New York's metropolis, and George W. Bush was considered one of the best things to ever happen to this country. A time when this nation's patriotism was at an all-time high.
So funny how much changes in the course of eight years, eh? :D
In 2001, I was gonna be ten years old. To any nine year old, that's a big deal, for whatever reason. Guess it may be the whole double-digits thing? I understood it then, and frankly, I don't understand it now. Hah. I lived in Midway, still going to St. Daniel the Prophet school, third grade and fourth grade. My third grade teacher was Mrs. Collelo, and fourth grade was a swap between Ms. Bowers and Mr. Schipitz (if that's how you spell it). Sweet Mother of God, that seems like a long time ago.
I just remember third grade being a blast, getting closer to my two best friends to date (Dale and Sean), meeting someone who I'd have what could be called a "playground crush" on for about two and a half years (Lauren Cross, who ironically now goes to Lockport Township High School). I don't think anyone has surpassed that record in my book, though part of the reason is because I can't find a stable relationship. Nice job, Lauren, haha.
I remember this is when Pokemon: Gold and Silver came out, around that time at least. Haven't played that shit in years, but my God did they do the trick at the time. Everyone would talk about them, the secrets, make up lies about the things they'd catch and how they did, Gameshark secrets, etc. Those games defined the generation at the time, hands down. Hell, the whole Nintendo era did. N64 was the hottest thing around, though would soon be forgotten with the upcoming Gamecube release in November.
The summer was a blast, now that I think of it. I actually did summer camp at Valley Forge, which most of my friends were a part of. Actually helped me get closer to some people than I already was. July 5, 2001 was not a good day however. I broke my wrist roller blading, and my grandma (dad's side) had a stroke. Certainly not the brightest day in Zach Bernard history. Still, even with a broken arm, I managed to turn out alright. I remember the day of the surgery, I hadn't eaten anything for 13 hours. It was a Friday and I got out of the hospital around 10 p.m., then we stopped at Portillo's on Harlem, listened to the Cubs wrap up a LONG four hour, extra-inning game against the Detroit Tigers, and wrapped up the day. Hard to forget that one.
Speaking of the Cubs, this was one of my favorite Cubs teams in history. Managed by Don Baylor, you had Sammy Sosa, Matt Stairs, Ron Coomer, Michael Tucker, Delino DeShields (haha, Sean), Rondell White, Eric Young, a terrible Todd Hundley, Joe Girardi, Kerry Wood, Jason Bere, Jon Lieber, Jeff Fassero, and Kyle Farnsworth. We were STACKED that year, and had First Place for quite some time. I'll never forget, however, eating at a restaurant called Nick's on 79th in Chicago, watching the Cubs miserably implode against the Cincinnati Reds. Aside from a Sammy Sosa two run homer, the Cubs lost 10-2 that cold, September night. This started the Cubs September Massacre of 2001. Such potential, wasted in that month. We went from First to Third, finishing the season without going to the postseason. What a shame. And then the sad tone of the last game when the beloved Arne Harris died, and Chip Caray cried a few times because he lost a dear friend. What an awful way to end such a positive season...
Yeah, was a summer of Cubs winning, hanging with friends, taking long walks, hanging out on the porch on Sunday nights, creeping views from the front screen door to see the score of the ESPN Sunday Night Baseball game. This was the time when I was first the budding music fan I am today. My favorite bands? Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, and U2. I loved those three. I was also becoming a big Van Halen fan, who would be my favorite band from Winter 2001 to Spring 2007. I'll never forget ABC Family airing U2's concert from Boston in 2000, and keeping that on VHS until I picked up the DVD sometime in 2006. Also, I remember VH1's special Bon Jovi: One Last Wild Night concert, which I had taped, but lost in a move, sadly. Still looking for that one as a bootleg. That, however, remains one of the most memorable concert performances I'd ever watched on TV in my life, hands down. Mom had gotten Van Halen's "Best of Vol. 1" for Mother's Day, and that essentially began my VH saga.
So, when school started, it was fourth grade for me, for the bitch that was the young Ms. Bowers. She was the type of teacher who was young and thought her upper-hand was intimidating. Though it was nevertheless, humorous. She reported the news of the plane destroying the Twin Towers, at the time calling it a "bombing." Stupid bitch. She was replaced my Mr. Schipitz, who was such a cool, nice guy, but really wasn't much of a teacher. Things with friends really began to stabalize, and it was really the beginning of some relationships I still have with friends now, even though I don't see them like I used to.
These was also around the time when my mother started working again, and my grandfather started picking me up from school and go out to lunch afterwards. This was a routine that would continue for years to come. Until I had moved.
2001 was a year of humor, change, childish playground heartbreak, maturing with friends, meeting ones who will have made a beneficial impact on the rest of your life, and most of all, excitement. I know I jumped around a bit and ended abruptly, but 2001 was the earliest and probably the haziest of the years I plan to reflect on. There are more coming on the way, so sit tight!
-Zach
We take ourselves back to the year 2001, a time when I was only first getting into the music I listen to today. A time when I still lived in Chicago and saw no sign on the horizon of going anywhere, except maybe somewhere else in the neighborhood. A time when you thought you understood the concept of a romantic relationship, but never even had a clue. A time when your dream was to start a band and wrote the worst songs ever known to man. A time when Sammy Sosa, Mark McGwire, and Barry Bonds led Major League Baseball in home runs, before anabolic steroids were ever an issue. A time when the Twin Towers still stood high, eclipsing the sun and New York's metropolis, and George W. Bush was considered one of the best things to ever happen to this country. A time when this nation's patriotism was at an all-time high.
So funny how much changes in the course of eight years, eh? :D
In 2001, I was gonna be ten years old. To any nine year old, that's a big deal, for whatever reason. Guess it may be the whole double-digits thing? I understood it then, and frankly, I don't understand it now. Hah. I lived in Midway, still going to St. Daniel the Prophet school, third grade and fourth grade. My third grade teacher was Mrs. Collelo, and fourth grade was a swap between Ms. Bowers and Mr. Schipitz (if that's how you spell it). Sweet Mother of God, that seems like a long time ago.
I just remember third grade being a blast, getting closer to my two best friends to date (Dale and Sean), meeting someone who I'd have what could be called a "playground crush" on for about two and a half years (Lauren Cross, who ironically now goes to Lockport Township High School). I don't think anyone has surpassed that record in my book, though part of the reason is because I can't find a stable relationship. Nice job, Lauren, haha.
I remember this is when Pokemon: Gold and Silver came out, around that time at least. Haven't played that shit in years, but my God did they do the trick at the time. Everyone would talk about them, the secrets, make up lies about the things they'd catch and how they did, Gameshark secrets, etc. Those games defined the generation at the time, hands down. Hell, the whole Nintendo era did. N64 was the hottest thing around, though would soon be forgotten with the upcoming Gamecube release in November.
The summer was a blast, now that I think of it. I actually did summer camp at Valley Forge, which most of my friends were a part of. Actually helped me get closer to some people than I already was. July 5, 2001 was not a good day however. I broke my wrist roller blading, and my grandma (dad's side) had a stroke. Certainly not the brightest day in Zach Bernard history. Still, even with a broken arm, I managed to turn out alright. I remember the day of the surgery, I hadn't eaten anything for 13 hours. It was a Friday and I got out of the hospital around 10 p.m., then we stopped at Portillo's on Harlem, listened to the Cubs wrap up a LONG four hour, extra-inning game against the Detroit Tigers, and wrapped up the day. Hard to forget that one.
Speaking of the Cubs, this was one of my favorite Cubs teams in history. Managed by Don Baylor, you had Sammy Sosa, Matt Stairs, Ron Coomer, Michael Tucker, Delino DeShields (haha, Sean), Rondell White, Eric Young, a terrible Todd Hundley, Joe Girardi, Kerry Wood, Jason Bere, Jon Lieber, Jeff Fassero, and Kyle Farnsworth. We were STACKED that year, and had First Place for quite some time. I'll never forget, however, eating at a restaurant called Nick's on 79th in Chicago, watching the Cubs miserably implode against the Cincinnati Reds. Aside from a Sammy Sosa two run homer, the Cubs lost 10-2 that cold, September night. This started the Cubs September Massacre of 2001. Such potential, wasted in that month. We went from First to Third, finishing the season without going to the postseason. What a shame. And then the sad tone of the last game when the beloved Arne Harris died, and Chip Caray cried a few times because he lost a dear friend. What an awful way to end such a positive season...
Yeah, was a summer of Cubs winning, hanging with friends, taking long walks, hanging out on the porch on Sunday nights, creeping views from the front screen door to see the score of the ESPN Sunday Night Baseball game. This was the time when I was first the budding music fan I am today. My favorite bands? Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, and U2. I loved those three. I was also becoming a big Van Halen fan, who would be my favorite band from Winter 2001 to Spring 2007. I'll never forget ABC Family airing U2's concert from Boston in 2000, and keeping that on VHS until I picked up the DVD sometime in 2006. Also, I remember VH1's special Bon Jovi: One Last Wild Night concert, which I had taped, but lost in a move, sadly. Still looking for that one as a bootleg. That, however, remains one of the most memorable concert performances I'd ever watched on TV in my life, hands down. Mom had gotten Van Halen's "Best of Vol. 1" for Mother's Day, and that essentially began my VH saga.
So, when school started, it was fourth grade for me, for the bitch that was the young Ms. Bowers. She was the type of teacher who was young and thought her upper-hand was intimidating. Though it was nevertheless, humorous. She reported the news of the plane destroying the Twin Towers, at the time calling it a "bombing." Stupid bitch. She was replaced my Mr. Schipitz, who was such a cool, nice guy, but really wasn't much of a teacher. Things with friends really began to stabalize, and it was really the beginning of some relationships I still have with friends now, even though I don't see them like I used to.
These was also around the time when my mother started working again, and my grandfather started picking me up from school and go out to lunch afterwards. This was a routine that would continue for years to come. Until I had moved.
2001 was a year of humor, change, childish playground heartbreak, maturing with friends, meeting ones who will have made a beneficial impact on the rest of your life, and most of all, excitement. I know I jumped around a bit and ended abruptly, but 2001 was the earliest and probably the haziest of the years I plan to reflect on. There are more coming on the way, so sit tight!
-Zach
Sunday, July 20, 2008
"Hot, Summer Nights" - July 20th, 2008
If you go back four years and one day from today, the date is July 19, 2004. What's the relevance of that date? Well, I saw a band I thought I'd never see in my life. That was my then-favorite band, The Mighty Van Halen. I was one happy twelve year old kid, who at the time still lived in Chicago (but was one month away from moving away). This was a very special show for me, as I got to see the greatest living guitarist in front of my very eyes, and see the band that for so many years satisfied so many people with their music.
That's just a small example as to why that time period was so special for me. Yeah, I was moving out of Chicago in a month. It was devastating then and it still is now. But, my friends definitely did all they could to make my last days there the best they possibly could, and you know what, they succeeded.
Funny how so much has changed over four years, yet so little is different. When you look at it in a certain perspective, it's pretty perplexing. But in the most interesting way possible.
Here I am, July 20, 2008. I still keep ties with my friends in Chicago (as many as I could), I'm still an outrageous Cubs fan, I get the same kicks out of "Whose Line is it Anyway?" (though that was after a brief hiatus), and I still wish I lived in Chicago. Yet at the same time, my favorite band is Rush, and I have to drive 35 miles to even get to Chicago to see my other family friends (which in reality is usually only in the summer). You'd think my life is pretty similar to the way it used to be in 2004, barring a few naturally setbacks. But it's very far from it.
I did this premise for a reason. My life has been fantastic so far in 2008. I had a discussion with Laura (who every reader should know by now) about the future. I think of how I was four years ago, and I wonder how things are going to be four years from today, in 2012. Best case scenario, I'm back, living in Chicago, going to college there, with a job in the city (which has a great economy), and just being back where I belong, living my dream (As a journalist. Didn't catch it already, dummy? :D). And I intend on doing everything in my power to make that happen. But the thing is, you never really know where life will take you. That's the thrill of the ride, folks.
So, we've reflected on the past and plans for the future, what's been happening in the present, one may ask? Last post was June 21st (life-update post, that is), and a lot more than I expected has happened. Just when I thought June couldn't be outdone, well, it has been. And July ain't over yet. How did June end, though?
Like I said, last post was on the 21st. Which means the Cubs were in the middle of their sweep of the Chicago White Sox at Wrigley Field! But I can't brag. The following weekend, we got swept by them in their house. And we just sucked. So, the series was even. You Sox fans who feel like gloating are stupid. The End :D
Anywho, in-between both series', I finished up behind the wheel. What a pain in the ass that was. I didn't like my instructor, everything was so ridiculously simple and fundamental, I was waking up early for seemingly no apparent reason. It was a total waste of time, and I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that. Pointless. It's not like I'm in a hurry to get my license. Considering how expensive gas is and my lack of a job, what's the point, really? I'd say I'm a damn good driver anyway, so I can take my hours gradually as they come.
That same Thursday when I ended behind the wheel, Dale tells me he may be going to Summerfest in Milwaukee, and asked if I was interested in going with. After much deliberation, I most certainly was. So on June 30th, I drove to Chicago and to his house, where I'd stay until the second of July. It was probably the smallest gap between stays of myself at his place since I moved in August of 2004. Definitely a surprise but nevertheless, thrilling. So what did we do that day? Relaxed, mostly. Played some baseball, got a surprisingly enthusiastic greeting from Paige, who I hadn't seen since last August (always nice to hear from someone I grew up with in the neighborhood, regardless), ate dinner, he went to band so I hung out with the neighbors. Bastard threw a drumstick at my foot when he came home, so I chased him around the block threatening to kick his ass until it got boring.
When we went inside, we played Mario Kart: Double Dash (just like old times) and eventually played MVP 05 on the Gamecube, where we did some considerably humorous mock broadcasts for his Toronto Blue Jays franchise. Following that, we'd bust out his old "Whose Line is it Anyway?" tapes. About three years ago, this was my favorite show, bar none. Ever since ABC Family replaced it's timeslot and is hardly on TV anymore, it dropped on my list. So I realistically had not watched the show in years. Wow, did it bring back some memories. Talk about ultimate nostalgia for me. Ever since then, I've been hooked! Anyway, we went to bed later than usual, sometime around 4 am.
The relevance of this day for myself, personally, is that I started growing the moustache. This DOES mean something for the story later on, mind you.
Anywho, we woke up around 9 am on that Tuesday morning, the day we'd head up to Milwaukee for "The World's Largest Music Festival" (also known, in simpler terms, as Summerfest). We were excited. Listened to the radio, talked sports with Dale's dad (Nick Swisher hit a grand slam and had five RBIs for the Sox in the previous night's game, Mark DeRosa hit a grand slam and had six RBIs for the Cubs the same night. Productive day for Chicago, both resulting in wins). After breakfast, we took a walk to the mailbox on 59th and Nashville, and would quickly pack up and leave for Illinois' Cheesy Neighbor.
So, on the way we watched R30 (just like last year, and always feels good), got caught in traffic (because of "fucking Blagojevich" to paraphrase Dale's father, who would throw a series of malicious vulgarities his way in order to convey his displeasure towards the new tollways). We stopped at a Burger King on the way, and would arrive at the camp site around 2:15 pm. We still caught a nice number of acts, smaller acts and tribute bands that really did a nice job, for the most part. It wasn't as hot as last year, which we were thankful for. Very comfortable, relaxing day.
We walked around for the most part, until about 8:30, when we stopped by the stage O.A.R. would be performing at. The Dirty Dozen Brass Band was performing, and to our surprise, had a very strong youth following. It was bizarre. They were tight musically, though for the most part I was focusing on the four hot chicks who were giving all the guys essentially a free show just a mere five rows ahead of us. It was...uhh, entertaining :D
Next would be O.A.R., and we had some drunken college chicks drop in next to us. Hey, I can't complain about that. One seemed to assume that I was 19 years old, which no chicks at a concert had ever assumed about myself before. I really think it was the 'stache. So I talked to the most sober one for awhile, and as soon as the O.A.R. performance started, I was getting a lot of action and attention from two of the four. Some "booty action" from the both of them (figure I'd use a Sean term since I simply cannot think of a more blunt way to put it :D). Can't complain about the result. I thank the 'stache.
Anyway, O.A.R. was certainly a solid performance. Not one I'd rank in my Top 10. Or 15. Or 20, for that matter. But it was pretty good, cannot lie. After the show, we headed out in the stampede that was the Summerfest crowd, sometime around 11:50, hit the bus back to the campground, showered, and went to sleep. Always a nice rest in the camper.
So the next day, we'd head back pretty early (9:30-ish). Stopped for some breakfast at Nick's (cool little place), and got tied up in traffic...again (where I swear I heard Dale's dad rant "I'm gonna grab Blagojevich by the hair and strangle him" :D I love those rants!). We didn't get home until 1:30, and only really had time to hang out on the porch. I was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
Why? I was going straight from Summerfest to the Taste in a matter of hours. I said goodbye to Dale and his family, and moved on in my journey. It was a nice trip to the Taste, got to try Lou Malnotti's pizza and just enjoy the other food out there. It was rainy, nevertheless, enjoyable. But also very, very exhausting. It was so nice to sit down and watch the Cubs game that night, after walking seemingly twenty miles in the course of two days.
So, from there on, not too much happened. Uncle Tom and grandma came by on the Fourth of July and that was a nice meeting, definitely. Watched the Cubs win a close one against St. Louis, no complaints. The weekend was boring, though the week was somewhat interesting. On that Tuesday I was asked to do a guest vocal spot for a band, and had about ten songs to learn by Saturday (which would eventually translate to Thursday). So, I did the best I could to get a vocal down and learn the lyrics in the short amount of time I had. It wasn't easy, but I guess they expected it to be. Because I went to the practice on Thursday and I was bad, and I know it, but considering the circumstances, I felt like I was alright. But of course, to the egomaniac guitar player, I sucked, and he had no mercy on me nor respect, even though I was doing them a favor and tried my damndest to do what I could in two days. When asked when the next practice would be, I was told "This is it, get it done by Saturday."
The work ethic was awful, which is why I backed out. I sensed little chemistry between the guys and it all seemed forced to me when they DID display chemistry. The band is controlled by an egomaniac guitar player who thinks he calls the shots (and isn't very good, sorry pal), a pretty solid and dedicated bass player who seems to take a lot of flack from said guitarist, even though he'd deny it, and a drummer who's very middle-ground, which I do like. This isn't a band I'd be interested in singing for at all.
So, Saturday came and it was Dave's party. Dave's a very cool guy so I assumed his party would be cool. The band I was set to sing for did not do so well that night, and the reactions from the public were not so good either, as an observer. Gotta be honest with what I sees. But aside from that, Gage, Max, and Alex sorta saved the show with some jamming of their own. After that, we hung around the bonfire for awhile, good to hang out with Laura, Cortez, Max, Gage, and Dave again. Always a thrill. It was a good party. Nice job, Dave.
So, the weekend closed out, and it was All Star Week for baseball. Home Run Derby was outstanding, Josh Hamilton put on one hell of a show (28 homers in ONE ROUND!? BEAST!). Then the ridiculous All Star Game itself. 15 innings and wearing out the pitchers and players? If someone got hurt, it'd be Bud Selig's ass on the line. Stupid fucker, making an exhibition game mean something. That's how players get hurt and it screws up any team's chances. Fucking tool...
Crue Fest was Wednesday and you could read my blog for the review. I have to apologize to those who I'd said would go to the show with me and didn't. It was an inconvenience. Sorry. Though I have to say, it was a blast! Second row, fuckers! AND the number of the girl who was on the Titty Cam. I'm telling you, this moustache is doing me wonders! (even if that wasn't the case, let me dream :D)
Thank you, Jason Giambi!
I was also told during that week from Max that he, Gage, and Alex were starting a band and wanted me to be the vocalist. Well, the style of music is right up my alley and I love the chemistry there. We'll see how that goes, but for now, I'm excited! Hope it takes off and goes somewhere! I also started grabbing episodes of "Whose Line is it Anyway?" on DVD. You can't buy those anywhere, so why not just get 'em myself?
Yesterday I went to a Chicago Fire game with my dad and got to see Marcella. Always a thrill to see her. Those games are always exciting too, considering it's ten minutes from where I used to live, and the crowds are always energetic. Very fun game, indeed. I'd also like to apologize to Marcella's friend if I came off as somewhat of an asshole. Too much going on in my head, dude. Forgive me :) Today, the family did a nice dinner at the Weber Grill, and that's where we are now.
What's in store for my future? July closes out with me taking a week-long trip to my uncle's. I am leaving Thursday to go by his place, and on Friday we are leaving for Milwaukee again for two Brewers games at Miller Park, Germanfest, and a Police concert. Can't complain about that. Then we get back to his place, see "The Dark Knight" at Navy Pier's IMAX on the 28th, and go to the "Road to Wrigley" minor league game at Wrigley on the 29th, probably with Sean. It's gonna be a beastly week. August has a Cubs game, another potential stay by Dale's, a hopeful stay by Sean's and another trip to St. Dans carnival with him, starting work with this new band and maybe even having a performance in the month as well. Though I doubt that July can be topped, or even June for that matter. August has the start of school, which we all dread.
So there's still ten days left in July, but it's already done enough to win the "Best Month of 2008" award (well, so far). With a little more than half the summer wrapped up, we all are dreading school. But Van Halen sang it best:
"Those hot, summer nights, that's my time of the year!" I have every intention on making the most of the time I have left to myself, as well.
See ya in August!
-Zach
That's just a small example as to why that time period was so special for me. Yeah, I was moving out of Chicago in a month. It was devastating then and it still is now. But, my friends definitely did all they could to make my last days there the best they possibly could, and you know what, they succeeded.
Funny how so much has changed over four years, yet so little is different. When you look at it in a certain perspective, it's pretty perplexing. But in the most interesting way possible.
Here I am, July 20, 2008. I still keep ties with my friends in Chicago (as many as I could), I'm still an outrageous Cubs fan, I get the same kicks out of "Whose Line is it Anyway?" (though that was after a brief hiatus), and I still wish I lived in Chicago. Yet at the same time, my favorite band is Rush, and I have to drive 35 miles to even get to Chicago to see my other family friends (which in reality is usually only in the summer). You'd think my life is pretty similar to the way it used to be in 2004, barring a few naturally setbacks. But it's very far from it.
I did this premise for a reason. My life has been fantastic so far in 2008. I had a discussion with Laura (who every reader should know by now) about the future. I think of how I was four years ago, and I wonder how things are going to be four years from today, in 2012. Best case scenario, I'm back, living in Chicago, going to college there, with a job in the city (which has a great economy), and just being back where I belong, living my dream (As a journalist. Didn't catch it already, dummy? :D). And I intend on doing everything in my power to make that happen. But the thing is, you never really know where life will take you. That's the thrill of the ride, folks.
So, we've reflected on the past and plans for the future, what's been happening in the present, one may ask? Last post was June 21st (life-update post, that is), and a lot more than I expected has happened. Just when I thought June couldn't be outdone, well, it has been. And July ain't over yet. How did June end, though?
Like I said, last post was on the 21st. Which means the Cubs were in the middle of their sweep of the Chicago White Sox at Wrigley Field! But I can't brag. The following weekend, we got swept by them in their house. And we just sucked. So, the series was even. You Sox fans who feel like gloating are stupid. The End :D
Anywho, in-between both series', I finished up behind the wheel. What a pain in the ass that was. I didn't like my instructor, everything was so ridiculously simple and fundamental, I was waking up early for seemingly no apparent reason. It was a total waste of time, and I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that. Pointless. It's not like I'm in a hurry to get my license. Considering how expensive gas is and my lack of a job, what's the point, really? I'd say I'm a damn good driver anyway, so I can take my hours gradually as they come.
That same Thursday when I ended behind the wheel, Dale tells me he may be going to Summerfest in Milwaukee, and asked if I was interested in going with. After much deliberation, I most certainly was. So on June 30th, I drove to Chicago and to his house, where I'd stay until the second of July. It was probably the smallest gap between stays of myself at his place since I moved in August of 2004. Definitely a surprise but nevertheless, thrilling. So what did we do that day? Relaxed, mostly. Played some baseball, got a surprisingly enthusiastic greeting from Paige, who I hadn't seen since last August (always nice to hear from someone I grew up with in the neighborhood, regardless), ate dinner, he went to band so I hung out with the neighbors. Bastard threw a drumstick at my foot when he came home, so I chased him around the block threatening to kick his ass until it got boring.
When we went inside, we played Mario Kart: Double Dash (just like old times) and eventually played MVP 05 on the Gamecube, where we did some considerably humorous mock broadcasts for his Toronto Blue Jays franchise. Following that, we'd bust out his old "Whose Line is it Anyway?" tapes. About three years ago, this was my favorite show, bar none. Ever since ABC Family replaced it's timeslot and is hardly on TV anymore, it dropped on my list. So I realistically had not watched the show in years. Wow, did it bring back some memories. Talk about ultimate nostalgia for me. Ever since then, I've been hooked! Anyway, we went to bed later than usual, sometime around 4 am.
The relevance of this day for myself, personally, is that I started growing the moustache. This DOES mean something for the story later on, mind you.
Anywho, we woke up around 9 am on that Tuesday morning, the day we'd head up to Milwaukee for "The World's Largest Music Festival" (also known, in simpler terms, as Summerfest). We were excited. Listened to the radio, talked sports with Dale's dad (Nick Swisher hit a grand slam and had five RBIs for the Sox in the previous night's game, Mark DeRosa hit a grand slam and had six RBIs for the Cubs the same night. Productive day for Chicago, both resulting in wins). After breakfast, we took a walk to the mailbox on 59th and Nashville, and would quickly pack up and leave for Illinois' Cheesy Neighbor.
So, on the way we watched R30 (just like last year, and always feels good), got caught in traffic (because of "fucking Blagojevich" to paraphrase Dale's father, who would throw a series of malicious vulgarities his way in order to convey his displeasure towards the new tollways). We stopped at a Burger King on the way, and would arrive at the camp site around 2:15 pm. We still caught a nice number of acts, smaller acts and tribute bands that really did a nice job, for the most part. It wasn't as hot as last year, which we were thankful for. Very comfortable, relaxing day.
We walked around for the most part, until about 8:30, when we stopped by the stage O.A.R. would be performing at. The Dirty Dozen Brass Band was performing, and to our surprise, had a very strong youth following. It was bizarre. They were tight musically, though for the most part I was focusing on the four hot chicks who were giving all the guys essentially a free show just a mere five rows ahead of us. It was...uhh, entertaining :D
Next would be O.A.R., and we had some drunken college chicks drop in next to us. Hey, I can't complain about that. One seemed to assume that I was 19 years old, which no chicks at a concert had ever assumed about myself before. I really think it was the 'stache. So I talked to the most sober one for awhile, and as soon as the O.A.R. performance started, I was getting a lot of action and attention from two of the four. Some "booty action" from the both of them (figure I'd use a Sean term since I simply cannot think of a more blunt way to put it :D). Can't complain about the result. I thank the 'stache.
Anyway, O.A.R. was certainly a solid performance. Not one I'd rank in my Top 10. Or 15. Or 20, for that matter. But it was pretty good, cannot lie. After the show, we headed out in the stampede that was the Summerfest crowd, sometime around 11:50, hit the bus back to the campground, showered, and went to sleep. Always a nice rest in the camper.
So the next day, we'd head back pretty early (9:30-ish). Stopped for some breakfast at Nick's (cool little place), and got tied up in traffic...again (where I swear I heard Dale's dad rant "I'm gonna grab Blagojevich by the hair and strangle him" :D I love those rants!). We didn't get home until 1:30, and only really had time to hang out on the porch. I was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
Why? I was going straight from Summerfest to the Taste in a matter of hours. I said goodbye to Dale and his family, and moved on in my journey. It was a nice trip to the Taste, got to try Lou Malnotti's pizza and just enjoy the other food out there. It was rainy, nevertheless, enjoyable. But also very, very exhausting. It was so nice to sit down and watch the Cubs game that night, after walking seemingly twenty miles in the course of two days.
So, from there on, not too much happened. Uncle Tom and grandma came by on the Fourth of July and that was a nice meeting, definitely. Watched the Cubs win a close one against St. Louis, no complaints. The weekend was boring, though the week was somewhat interesting. On that Tuesday I was asked to do a guest vocal spot for a band, and had about ten songs to learn by Saturday (which would eventually translate to Thursday). So, I did the best I could to get a vocal down and learn the lyrics in the short amount of time I had. It wasn't easy, but I guess they expected it to be. Because I went to the practice on Thursday and I was bad, and I know it, but considering the circumstances, I felt like I was alright. But of course, to the egomaniac guitar player, I sucked, and he had no mercy on me nor respect, even though I was doing them a favor and tried my damndest to do what I could in two days. When asked when the next practice would be, I was told "This is it, get it done by Saturday."
The work ethic was awful, which is why I backed out. I sensed little chemistry between the guys and it all seemed forced to me when they DID display chemistry. The band is controlled by an egomaniac guitar player who thinks he calls the shots (and isn't very good, sorry pal), a pretty solid and dedicated bass player who seems to take a lot of flack from said guitarist, even though he'd deny it, and a drummer who's very middle-ground, which I do like. This isn't a band I'd be interested in singing for at all.
So, Saturday came and it was Dave's party. Dave's a very cool guy so I assumed his party would be cool. The band I was set to sing for did not do so well that night, and the reactions from the public were not so good either, as an observer. Gotta be honest with what I sees. But aside from that, Gage, Max, and Alex sorta saved the show with some jamming of their own. After that, we hung around the bonfire for awhile, good to hang out with Laura, Cortez, Max, Gage, and Dave again. Always a thrill. It was a good party. Nice job, Dave.
So, the weekend closed out, and it was All Star Week for baseball. Home Run Derby was outstanding, Josh Hamilton put on one hell of a show (28 homers in ONE ROUND!? BEAST!). Then the ridiculous All Star Game itself. 15 innings and wearing out the pitchers and players? If someone got hurt, it'd be Bud Selig's ass on the line. Stupid fucker, making an exhibition game mean something. That's how players get hurt and it screws up any team's chances. Fucking tool...
Crue Fest was Wednesday and you could read my blog for the review. I have to apologize to those who I'd said would go to the show with me and didn't. It was an inconvenience. Sorry. Though I have to say, it was a blast! Second row, fuckers! AND the number of the girl who was on the Titty Cam. I'm telling you, this moustache is doing me wonders! (even if that wasn't the case, let me dream :D)
Thank you, Jason Giambi!
I was also told during that week from Max that he, Gage, and Alex were starting a band and wanted me to be the vocalist. Well, the style of music is right up my alley and I love the chemistry there. We'll see how that goes, but for now, I'm excited! Hope it takes off and goes somewhere! I also started grabbing episodes of "Whose Line is it Anyway?" on DVD. You can't buy those anywhere, so why not just get 'em myself?
Yesterday I went to a Chicago Fire game with my dad and got to see Marcella. Always a thrill to see her. Those games are always exciting too, considering it's ten minutes from where I used to live, and the crowds are always energetic. Very fun game, indeed. I'd also like to apologize to Marcella's friend if I came off as somewhat of an asshole. Too much going on in my head, dude. Forgive me :) Today, the family did a nice dinner at the Weber Grill, and that's where we are now.
What's in store for my future? July closes out with me taking a week-long trip to my uncle's. I am leaving Thursday to go by his place, and on Friday we are leaving for Milwaukee again for two Brewers games at Miller Park, Germanfest, and a Police concert. Can't complain about that. Then we get back to his place, see "The Dark Knight" at Navy Pier's IMAX on the 28th, and go to the "Road to Wrigley" minor league game at Wrigley on the 29th, probably with Sean. It's gonna be a beastly week. August has a Cubs game, another potential stay by Dale's, a hopeful stay by Sean's and another trip to St. Dans carnival with him, starting work with this new band and maybe even having a performance in the month as well. Though I doubt that July can be topped, or even June for that matter. August has the start of school, which we all dread.
So there's still ten days left in July, but it's already done enough to win the "Best Month of 2008" award (well, so far). With a little more than half the summer wrapped up, we all are dreading school. But Van Halen sang it best:
"Those hot, summer nights, that's my time of the year!" I have every intention on making the most of the time I have left to myself, as well.
See ya in August!
-Zach
Thursday, July 17, 2008
"The Saints Came Marching In" - Cruefest Review, July 16, 2008
It's 95 degrees outside, a mid-summer day, and you're going to see one of the greatest live acts in rock history at First Midwest Bank Amphitheatre that day. It really defines what rock n' roll is all about, no? I got the pit tickets as a gift from my folks, and it was a pleasant surprise at the time. But I really didn't have any idea that it was going to be as fantastic as it was.
So, you have the scene. Cortez and I get to the venue at 4:40, twenty minutes before the first band, Trapt came on. I had the time to purchase a T-shirt, then we got our pit wristbands and walked over to the pit itself. We hadn't eaten or had anything to drink yet, but out pit placement was so solid, we decided to just hang around there for the whole night so we didn't lose it.
Trapt came on. I know very little of their music, but fucked if I didn't enjoy it. I figured they put on a very solid performance and was pleasantly surprised. Sixx A.M. was next, Nikki Sixx's band, and one who's music I was more familiar with. They too, put on a very solid performance. I couldn't believe how good of a guitarist DJ Ashba was. He was tearin' it up up there, and also putting up a show and talking to the crowd. James Michael is also a very energetic vocalist on stage. Very solid performance.
Next would be Papa Roach, where beforehand I met two pretty cool fans who won their tickets from 97.9 The Loop. Very cool guys, one wearing a Cubs hat and we talked about the All Star Game. Then Papa Roach came on. Singer looked like a real douchebag but you gotta love the guy's energy. They didn't really do it for me, I just didn't care for the music. Gotta give the band some props, though, they started a mosh pit very close to us, which helped us move MUCH closer to the front than we were. Wasn't much of a pit, really. Anyway, their performance left much to be desired.
"Come on, ya fat bastard, move us to the front!" said a guy who joined the two fans I was talking to. It just so happened it was the seventh grade gym teacher of these guys. How fuckin' cool is that? I simply could not imagine Mr. Huey at a Crue show :D Anyway, before Buckcherry came on, we spent the 45 minutes or so just talkin' music, Crue, etc. I guess this gym teacher wanted to test my taste in music by seeing my other favorite bands. When I told him Rush, Genesis, VH, he asked "Are you gay!? Because this isn't normal for someone your age!" He got a kick out of two 16 year olds nearly front row at a Crue show, and it was nice to get that respect.
Next up was Buckcherry, who puts on a really good live show. Josh Todd didn't associate himself with the crowd much. Seemed like a "Get on, perform, get off" type deal. You can't deny the fact that they brought it live, though. Regardless, it wasn't my most favorite performance of the night. I felt Trapt and Sixx A.M. put on more solid performances. There was also a big ass fight. Some hippie dude tried to but his way up to the front, and some guy nudged him to move and punches started to throw. It was entertaining. Dude was grabbin' at my shorts trying to take me down with him. But, he got taken away. And the nudger was a hero :D
So, Buckcherry walks off, and we have time before the Crue. They did a Rock Band competition on stage and the drummer really blew. It was pretty bad. Anyway, we found loopholes to get closer to the stage, and by the time the Crue game out, we were second row. Got to speak to some more fans, it was really entertaining. Crueheads are best, fuck the rest!
Anyway, after the infamous "Hell's Bells" soundtrack, Crue comes on around 9:20 with that eerie-as-hell intro of their's, followed by rippin' into "Kickstart My Heart." You can already tell the band was ready for tonight's show, as they came out ready and willing to please every single person there. Everyone moving around a lot on stage, and I'll tell you right now, the front-row experience is so different. The pyro was deafening and felt like walking into an oven, the lights were blinding at times, but you know what, I'm not complaining. That's part of the experience. Speaking of lights, for an '80s metal band, these guys had an outrageously cool light show. Nice way to start the show.
Next they'd medley into "Wild Side," and the fireworks intro was similar to their ROAE one from 2006. But from where we were, the smell and sound of it, Christ, it was like the Fourth of July twelve days late! Very solid, driving performance. After that was "Shout at the Devil '97," which to me has always been better than the original. The pyro was awesome here as well, not as intense as ROAE, but definitely pretty cool. Vince would then do his intro, and break into their newest single, "Saints of Los Angeles." I agree with Zach when he says they should lose the pre-recorded bass track in the intro, but definitely solid. Vince's vocals are so much better time time around than when I saw them in '06.
They kicked it old school for the next one. Mick did a very quick guitar solo and ripped into "Live Wire," one of the biggest highlights of the night, I'd say. Very energetic performance on all ends, and Vince gave me a look and smiled when he saw me sing the "Wild, young, runnin' free. A little bit better than it used to be" part. He seemed kinda surprised. Definitely one of the best of the night, bar none. But what can I say? It's fuckin' LIVE WIRE!!
Next was "Sick Love Song," which sounded SO good this time around. Last time I saw it sounded sloppy, this time was slowed down and sounded incredible. Plus, this time it was nice being surrounded by people who know the lyrics, unlike last time when we had two people in our section. Next, Tommy comes out to say hello, takes a drink, all that.
So, it was definitely a shocker when Tommy went looking for the Titty Cam. I was almost sure we weren't gonna get it, but we did, and it was a blast. Chicago (or "Titcago," as he kept calling it) will never disappoint with the titty cam. There were a couple chicks around us who showed off their stuff too, and were quite impressive, I must say. Very fun, did not expect us to get it since Detroit didn't the previous night. And one of the dude's I mentioned earlier had the chick on his shoulders! Lucky fuckin' bastard!
We continue with the music, and they were doing Roll-B for the official video of "Motherfucker of the Year." I got in so many shots on the camera, I HOPE they use the Chicago footage, because then I'd be in the video! Anyway, the performance was sick. Such a powerful, heavy, driving song and they really delivered. Never heard it live until the show, and was impressed.
Jozie then came out as an angel and handed Vince his guitar. She's still got it, she was smokin' in the angel outfit. Nice arse, too :D Following that, would be "Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)" which was definitely a highlight for a lot of fans there. Lots of headbanging, singing along, and one of the girls near us flashed the guys again! It was awesome. Then they proceeded to do "Same Ol' Situation." I've bashed it before but it's so much fun when you're so close to the stage. Very exciting performance.
It was time for Nikki to do a quick rap to the crowd, and mentioned how Detroit thought they were better than us. So everyone booed, and I got some laughs when I shouted "Fuck Detroit, and their Red Wings!" He really pissed off a lot of people, but then he said Detroit and Chicago were their two favorite places to play, which is always cool to hear. He did his "sit down and jump" routine. Well, it's hard to sit down in the pit, but he told us to "Pretend it's a Bon Jovi concert and sit down." Got a lot of laughs from the crowd on that one. We couldn't sit, but we jumped, and I think I got on film for THAT too!
Anyway, Tommy then broke into "Primal Scream," which I never dug live until last night. Wow, that was solid. Always been my favorite Crue song, but this was unreal. Another serious highlight of the night, with EVERY SINGLE PERSON around us shouting the lyrics. It was awesome! After that, Tommy did a cool intro on the drums, and Vince had us clap and sing "Looks That Kill" behind that beat. Sorta like the "Ten Seconds to Love" breakdown from 2005. Even if these guys hate each other, damned they weren't having fun. It seemed genuine from where I was. Anyway, then Mick broke into the intro for "Looks That Kill," and it's ALWAYS a fun song for the show, regardless. Definitely enjoyable.
Vince did the "hand in the air, make a fist" deal, which I don't recall him doing in '06 at my show. That was a cool intro, and when the motorcycles went off, the crowd went apeshit. They knew it was time for "Girls, Girls, Girls," and I was getting high-fives from everyone around me. It was just awesome. Sounded like it was de-tuned as well, so it sounded much cleaner, I felt. They then medleyed into "Dr. Feelgood," which I felt was a very sloppy transition. But everyone was in awe over how well Mick could shred, considering his condition. He was phenomenal last night.
So, the band walks off, and we wait for the encore. The roadies rolled out a piano and Tommy came out, high fiving Mick and he started playing "Home Sweet Home" on it. Then Mick and eventually Nikki joined him, and Vince started singing, with everyone else singing as well. It was definitely a solid closer, especially with the new arrangement. I was pleasantly surprised, but they made it the perfect closer.
We walked out, I got the girl who was on the Titty Cam to take a picture with me, AND I got her number. How fucking beastly is THAT!? She was great, definitely. Then I said goodbye to the two guys who won the tickets on The Loop and told them it was nice to meet them, likewise for them. So, we let the venue, took the ride home, stopped at McDonald's on the way back for some food since we hadn't eaten all day.
All I gotta say is, wow. The front row experience is like no other. I was able to get good pics, interact with Vince and Tommy, get to see some personal heroes up close. It was truly a phenomenal performance, SO much better than 2006 was. I gave them a C+ on performance in '06, this year they get a solid A. Despite the "greatest hits" setlist, they really delivered, and made me leave a very happy guy with a shit-ton of memories to boot. Outstanding.
If Cruefest comes to town, GO! It's worth it, so much. Even the other bands will entertain you, you'd be surprised. This was a Top 5 show for me, and I've seen about 60 bands and counting. Once again, SO worth it.
Crueheads are best, FUCK THE REST!
-Zach
Setlist:
Kickstart My Heart
Wild Side
Shout at the Devil '97
Saints of Los Angeles
Mick Mars Solo / Live Wire
Sick Love Song
Tommy's "Titty Cam"
Motherfucker of the Year (filmed for video)
Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)
Same Ol' Situation
Nikki Rap / Primal Scream
Looks That Kill
Girls, Girls, Girls
Dr. Feelgood
---Encore---
Home Sweet Home
So, you have the scene. Cortez and I get to the venue at 4:40, twenty minutes before the first band, Trapt came on. I had the time to purchase a T-shirt, then we got our pit wristbands and walked over to the pit itself. We hadn't eaten or had anything to drink yet, but out pit placement was so solid, we decided to just hang around there for the whole night so we didn't lose it.
Trapt came on. I know very little of their music, but fucked if I didn't enjoy it. I figured they put on a very solid performance and was pleasantly surprised. Sixx A.M. was next, Nikki Sixx's band, and one who's music I was more familiar with. They too, put on a very solid performance. I couldn't believe how good of a guitarist DJ Ashba was. He was tearin' it up up there, and also putting up a show and talking to the crowd. James Michael is also a very energetic vocalist on stage. Very solid performance.
Next would be Papa Roach, where beforehand I met two pretty cool fans who won their tickets from 97.9 The Loop. Very cool guys, one wearing a Cubs hat and we talked about the All Star Game. Then Papa Roach came on. Singer looked like a real douchebag but you gotta love the guy's energy. They didn't really do it for me, I just didn't care for the music. Gotta give the band some props, though, they started a mosh pit very close to us, which helped us move MUCH closer to the front than we were. Wasn't much of a pit, really. Anyway, their performance left much to be desired.
"Come on, ya fat bastard, move us to the front!" said a guy who joined the two fans I was talking to. It just so happened it was the seventh grade gym teacher of these guys. How fuckin' cool is that? I simply could not imagine Mr. Huey at a Crue show :D Anyway, before Buckcherry came on, we spent the 45 minutes or so just talkin' music, Crue, etc. I guess this gym teacher wanted to test my taste in music by seeing my other favorite bands. When I told him Rush, Genesis, VH, he asked "Are you gay!? Because this isn't normal for someone your age!" He got a kick out of two 16 year olds nearly front row at a Crue show, and it was nice to get that respect.
Next up was Buckcherry, who puts on a really good live show. Josh Todd didn't associate himself with the crowd much. Seemed like a "Get on, perform, get off" type deal. You can't deny the fact that they brought it live, though. Regardless, it wasn't my most favorite performance of the night. I felt Trapt and Sixx A.M. put on more solid performances. There was also a big ass fight. Some hippie dude tried to but his way up to the front, and some guy nudged him to move and punches started to throw. It was entertaining. Dude was grabbin' at my shorts trying to take me down with him. But, he got taken away. And the nudger was a hero :D
So, Buckcherry walks off, and we have time before the Crue. They did a Rock Band competition on stage and the drummer really blew. It was pretty bad. Anyway, we found loopholes to get closer to the stage, and by the time the Crue game out, we were second row. Got to speak to some more fans, it was really entertaining. Crueheads are best, fuck the rest!
Anyway, after the infamous "Hell's Bells" soundtrack, Crue comes on around 9:20 with that eerie-as-hell intro of their's, followed by rippin' into "Kickstart My Heart." You can already tell the band was ready for tonight's show, as they came out ready and willing to please every single person there. Everyone moving around a lot on stage, and I'll tell you right now, the front-row experience is so different. The pyro was deafening and felt like walking into an oven, the lights were blinding at times, but you know what, I'm not complaining. That's part of the experience. Speaking of lights, for an '80s metal band, these guys had an outrageously cool light show. Nice way to start the show.
Next they'd medley into "Wild Side," and the fireworks intro was similar to their ROAE one from 2006. But from where we were, the smell and sound of it, Christ, it was like the Fourth of July twelve days late! Very solid, driving performance. After that was "Shout at the Devil '97," which to me has always been better than the original. The pyro was awesome here as well, not as intense as ROAE, but definitely pretty cool. Vince would then do his intro, and break into their newest single, "Saints of Los Angeles." I agree with Zach when he says they should lose the pre-recorded bass track in the intro, but definitely solid. Vince's vocals are so much better time time around than when I saw them in '06.
They kicked it old school for the next one. Mick did a very quick guitar solo and ripped into "Live Wire," one of the biggest highlights of the night, I'd say. Very energetic performance on all ends, and Vince gave me a look and smiled when he saw me sing the "Wild, young, runnin' free. A little bit better than it used to be" part. He seemed kinda surprised. Definitely one of the best of the night, bar none. But what can I say? It's fuckin' LIVE WIRE!!
Next was "Sick Love Song," which sounded SO good this time around. Last time I saw it sounded sloppy, this time was slowed down and sounded incredible. Plus, this time it was nice being surrounded by people who know the lyrics, unlike last time when we had two people in our section. Next, Tommy comes out to say hello, takes a drink, all that.
So, it was definitely a shocker when Tommy went looking for the Titty Cam. I was almost sure we weren't gonna get it, but we did, and it was a blast. Chicago (or "Titcago," as he kept calling it) will never disappoint with the titty cam. There were a couple chicks around us who showed off their stuff too, and were quite impressive, I must say. Very fun, did not expect us to get it since Detroit didn't the previous night. And one of the dude's I mentioned earlier had the chick on his shoulders! Lucky fuckin' bastard!
We continue with the music, and they were doing Roll-B for the official video of "Motherfucker of the Year." I got in so many shots on the camera, I HOPE they use the Chicago footage, because then I'd be in the video! Anyway, the performance was sick. Such a powerful, heavy, driving song and they really delivered. Never heard it live until the show, and was impressed.
Jozie then came out as an angel and handed Vince his guitar. She's still got it, she was smokin' in the angel outfit. Nice arse, too :D Following that, would be "Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)" which was definitely a highlight for a lot of fans there. Lots of headbanging, singing along, and one of the girls near us flashed the guys again! It was awesome. Then they proceeded to do "Same Ol' Situation." I've bashed it before but it's so much fun when you're so close to the stage. Very exciting performance.
It was time for Nikki to do a quick rap to the crowd, and mentioned how Detroit thought they were better than us. So everyone booed, and I got some laughs when I shouted "Fuck Detroit, and their Red Wings!" He really pissed off a lot of people, but then he said Detroit and Chicago were their two favorite places to play, which is always cool to hear. He did his "sit down and jump" routine. Well, it's hard to sit down in the pit, but he told us to "Pretend it's a Bon Jovi concert and sit down." Got a lot of laughs from the crowd on that one. We couldn't sit, but we jumped, and I think I got on film for THAT too!
Anyway, Tommy then broke into "Primal Scream," which I never dug live until last night. Wow, that was solid. Always been my favorite Crue song, but this was unreal. Another serious highlight of the night, with EVERY SINGLE PERSON around us shouting the lyrics. It was awesome! After that, Tommy did a cool intro on the drums, and Vince had us clap and sing "Looks That Kill" behind that beat. Sorta like the "Ten Seconds to Love" breakdown from 2005. Even if these guys hate each other, damned they weren't having fun. It seemed genuine from where I was. Anyway, then Mick broke into the intro for "Looks That Kill," and it's ALWAYS a fun song for the show, regardless. Definitely enjoyable.
Vince did the "hand in the air, make a fist" deal, which I don't recall him doing in '06 at my show. That was a cool intro, and when the motorcycles went off, the crowd went apeshit. They knew it was time for "Girls, Girls, Girls," and I was getting high-fives from everyone around me. It was just awesome. Sounded like it was de-tuned as well, so it sounded much cleaner, I felt. They then medleyed into "Dr. Feelgood," which I felt was a very sloppy transition. But everyone was in awe over how well Mick could shred, considering his condition. He was phenomenal last night.
So, the band walks off, and we wait for the encore. The roadies rolled out a piano and Tommy came out, high fiving Mick and he started playing "Home Sweet Home" on it. Then Mick and eventually Nikki joined him, and Vince started singing, with everyone else singing as well. It was definitely a solid closer, especially with the new arrangement. I was pleasantly surprised, but they made it the perfect closer.
We walked out, I got the girl who was on the Titty Cam to take a picture with me, AND I got her number. How fucking beastly is THAT!? She was great, definitely. Then I said goodbye to the two guys who won the tickets on The Loop and told them it was nice to meet them, likewise for them. So, we let the venue, took the ride home, stopped at McDonald's on the way back for some food since we hadn't eaten all day.
All I gotta say is, wow. The front row experience is like no other. I was able to get good pics, interact with Vince and Tommy, get to see some personal heroes up close. It was truly a phenomenal performance, SO much better than 2006 was. I gave them a C+ on performance in '06, this year they get a solid A. Despite the "greatest hits" setlist, they really delivered, and made me leave a very happy guy with a shit-ton of memories to boot. Outstanding.
If Cruefest comes to town, GO! It's worth it, so much. Even the other bands will entertain you, you'd be surprised. This was a Top 5 show for me, and I've seen about 60 bands and counting. Once again, SO worth it.
Crueheads are best, FUCK THE REST!
-Zach
Setlist:
Kickstart My Heart
Wild Side
Shout at the Devil '97
Saints of Los Angeles
Mick Mars Solo / Live Wire
Sick Love Song
Tommy's "Titty Cam"
Motherfucker of the Year (filmed for video)
Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)
Same Ol' Situation
Nikki Rap / Primal Scream
Looks That Kill
Girls, Girls, Girls
Dr. Feelgood
---Encore---
Home Sweet Home
Friday, July 4, 2008
"Life in Baseball City, USA" - July 4, 2008
I'll come right out and say it. Chicago is the greatest baseball city in the world. Bar none. New York, Los Angeles, Boston, and St. Louis (argued as the best baseball cities) can't light a candle to the fan support Chicago gives their baseball teams. Instead of typically breaking into why Chicago is so fantastic for baseball, I think it'd be a nice idea to start off with why the aforementioned other cities do not have what Chicago has.
New York - Sports politics are awful. Hank Steinbrenner disgracefully allowing Joe Torre to leave the Yankees, and telling Joe Girardi how to manage his team by having Joba Chamberlain start (which I think is still a bad idea). The Mets firing Willie Randolph the way they did was shameful, and the soap opera that Jerry Manuel caused in the process is no better. The Mets appear to have bandwagoners anyway.
Los Angeles - There doesn't seem to be the same passion in their baseball teams, even though they have the Dodgers and Angels, who typically seem consistent in their winning. Don't know how they can ever be considered one of baseball's most passionate cities, really.
Boston - May very well be the most arrogant and obnoxious fans ever, and jumped the bandwagon in 2003 when the Sox were in the ALCS and almost made the Series. They never had so much support until the team suddenly started winning. But then again, the same can be said for all New England sports, no?
St. Louis - They come second in arrogant and obnoxious fans. They have a genius for a manager in Tony LaRussa, but he's the biggest prick among Major League Faculty, if you will. His World Series team was subpar in 2006 and while the team has always been talented, their fans and manager seem to give them a bad name among sports.
So what does Chicago have that these other "baseball cities" don't? They have the most supportive fans in the world, and come close to what the Green Bay Packers have in the NFL as perhaps the greatest fan following in sports history. I'm a bleed-Cubbie-blue Cubs fan since I was four years old and will be until the day I die. That can't be changed. But there's no denying that both the Cubs and White Sox have an extreme and passionate following that no other Major League and possibly sports team could have.
I'll often criticize the arrogance and cockiness of Sox fans and some players, but in the end it's no secret Cubs fans are no better or worse. It's not really arrogance or cockiness at all. It's passion, just shown in different ways. I try to be a realist and open-minded as a Cubs fan, and when the Sox impress me, I won't be afraid to admit it. I won't make excuses and say they're winning cheaply, either, unless I see it that way. If my Cubs are sucking, I won't be afraid to admit it. I won't make excuses, either. If my Cubs are dominating and the Sox are sucking, you better believe I'll rub it in their faces. That's the mentality of the rivalry, and it's why I love the rivalry so much.
At this point, no team is better than the other. The overall series is tied 33-33 between the two, the 2008 season series was split 3-3, and the split had an even distribution of runs at 32-32. Right now, no team is better than the other, no matter what the record is. Because when faced against each other, they're about as even as even can get. And if you can deny that, you're delusional and stupid.
Yeah, the Sox have had bandwagoners. Those will be the same people who will jump the Cubs ship if they ever win the World Series, too. Those aren't the real fans. I always say that if a person cannot name five players on the roster of the team they support, they aren't a real fan. They just say they are because that's what's cool. I know a passionate Sox fan when I see one, as I lived on the South Side for twelve years. So I can tell a fake when I see one, too. As a die-hard Cubs fan, it's easier to spot. I have a much greater respect for Sox fans who say "Cubs suck!" that watch the games, go to the games, and know the team they represent. To me, they have room to talk, just like I'd assume I do as well. That's different than the ones who make the same remarks only because they feel it's what they should do, which is just pathetic.
You look at each of the team's playoff appearances since the Cubs did it in 1989. Since 1989, the Cubs have appeared in the playoffs four times (1989, 1998, 2003, 2007) and the Sox three times (1993, 2000, 2005). So that's pretty even, too. And when this happens, you see a lot of the fan support start to increase, and fans who know their baseball and typically lurked in the shadows all season start to come out, as well as the aforementioned bandwagoners who deem it necessary to cheer on the winning side of Chicago. Even though the latter is pathetic and I don't like it, it's support nonetheless. The Cubs of 1989 and 2003 and the Sox of 1993 and 2005 being the greatest examples. Never in my life had I seen so much support over sports teams in my life. Ever. And that's pretty admirable.
You'll never walk the streets of New York, Boston, L.A., or St. Louis seeing people wearing hats and jerseys of their favorite team and players like Chicago baseball fans (well, you may, just not as many). The fan support goes outside the ballpark and the home, and is taken around in casual situations. You'll often find out that Ryne Sandberg was my favorite baseball player of all-time, just like you'll see Mark DeRosa is my favorite current Cub. Just like you may see a friend of mine sporting a Joe Crede jersey someday down the line showing their support for their player, or just wearing a shirt to show off their pride. It's outstanding when you think of it.
The rivalry between both teams and their fans is so ridiculously intense. I personally hate the Crosstown Classic. Brings out the worst in both side, Sox fans and Cubs fans truly at wit's end. I think it's pointless, since by now after eleven years it's proven neither team is better than the other when faced against each other. I'd rather just see an exhibition game every season, a Mayor's Cup kinda thing, instead of the Crosstown Classic. Emotions not running insanely during a whole series, rather running high during one game that doesn't mean jack against the season. This season has proven it's a disadvantage against both teams to play in the other park, so why keep doing it? I guess it stems from my dislike towards interleague play, but whatever. That's Major League Baseball's problem, not mine.
I'll always speak negatively about the Chicago White Sox and their fans, but you know what? That's sports. I'm very passionate about my Cubs and it's just instinct to dislike a team we're rivals with so strongly. But if the White Sox get to the postseason--and deserve to be there--you may see me saying "Good for them, I hope they do well." Will I want them to win? Nah, but I'd at least wish them the best, which I will admit is more than what can be said for some Cubs fans I know. And I know some die-hard South Siders who've become my best friends who would do the same for the Cubs. Those are the fans I really like, because it's basically how I am.
Anyone willing to claim that Chicago isn't the greatest baseball city in the world is fucking delusional. Period. The atmosphere at the games of each team, the open fan support you see in the street, in the high school halls, in the bars, in the ballpark is outstanding. Take it from a guy who's been to both team's games enough in just a short amount of time. I've NEVER seen such a powerful fan following for any team, in any sport in my life (Except for, as I said, the Packers in the NFL. And I AM a Bears fan). It's so admirable that the fans in this city are so passionate. Jay Mariotti said it best when he said "Forget New York, forget Boston. Baseball's new home is Chicago." You know what, I think this has ALWAYS been baseball's home. There's nothing like walking into a Cubs or Sox game, ordering a big-ass slice of Connie's pizza (or two), getting a scorecard, keeping score, and watching two of sports' most storied franchises duke it out against whoever they're facing. The feeling is simply indescribable.
This may explain my deep passion for the sport. I grew up on the South Side, a fifteen minute train-ride to what was then Comiskey Park. I was surrounded by friends and their families who went to Sox games seemingly every single day (I have a best friend who goes on every opportunity). I had a grandfather who took the Cubs more passionately than anything else in his life. I started going to Sox games with friends and Cubs games with my grandpa, and soon I got caught up in the hype of Chicago baseball, and was soon seasoned as a general baseball fan. As a Cubs fan on the South Side, I took a lot of heat, but it helped me understand the difference between an honest, die-hard fan rivalry and a false one, the latter which I've seen more of ever since I left Chicago. I grew up in the right place at the right time in my life, and the passion I have for this game and the teams in Chicago will probably never die. Same goes for the people who grew up amidst that same background, I'd assume.
Chicago is the greatest city in the world, period. The fact that it has such passionate and respectable fans towards their baseball teams is, as I said before, truly admirable. I say what I do about Sox fans, and most die-hards know my feelings, but in the end, I have a strong level of respect for realistic fans who know when their team sucks, know when their team deserves to be praised, know the roster, and go to the games. It's just more hidden. Just like I respect Cubs fans by the same token as Sox fans. Essentially, if you can be a realistic and logical fan of your team, you got my respect. Simple as that.
*Raises glass* Here's to you, baseball fans of Chicago. You deserve the praise!
-Zach
New York - Sports politics are awful. Hank Steinbrenner disgracefully allowing Joe Torre to leave the Yankees, and telling Joe Girardi how to manage his team by having Joba Chamberlain start (which I think is still a bad idea). The Mets firing Willie Randolph the way they did was shameful, and the soap opera that Jerry Manuel caused in the process is no better. The Mets appear to have bandwagoners anyway.
Los Angeles - There doesn't seem to be the same passion in their baseball teams, even though they have the Dodgers and Angels, who typically seem consistent in their winning. Don't know how they can ever be considered one of baseball's most passionate cities, really.
Boston - May very well be the most arrogant and obnoxious fans ever, and jumped the bandwagon in 2003 when the Sox were in the ALCS and almost made the Series. They never had so much support until the team suddenly started winning. But then again, the same can be said for all New England sports, no?
St. Louis - They come second in arrogant and obnoxious fans. They have a genius for a manager in Tony LaRussa, but he's the biggest prick among Major League Faculty, if you will. His World Series team was subpar in 2006 and while the team has always been talented, their fans and manager seem to give them a bad name among sports.
So what does Chicago have that these other "baseball cities" don't? They have the most supportive fans in the world, and come close to what the Green Bay Packers have in the NFL as perhaps the greatest fan following in sports history. I'm a bleed-Cubbie-blue Cubs fan since I was four years old and will be until the day I die. That can't be changed. But there's no denying that both the Cubs and White Sox have an extreme and passionate following that no other Major League and possibly sports team could have.
I'll often criticize the arrogance and cockiness of Sox fans and some players, but in the end it's no secret Cubs fans are no better or worse. It's not really arrogance or cockiness at all. It's passion, just shown in different ways. I try to be a realist and open-minded as a Cubs fan, and when the Sox impress me, I won't be afraid to admit it. I won't make excuses and say they're winning cheaply, either, unless I see it that way. If my Cubs are sucking, I won't be afraid to admit it. I won't make excuses, either. If my Cubs are dominating and the Sox are sucking, you better believe I'll rub it in their faces. That's the mentality of the rivalry, and it's why I love the rivalry so much.
At this point, no team is better than the other. The overall series is tied 33-33 between the two, the 2008 season series was split 3-3, and the split had an even distribution of runs at 32-32. Right now, no team is better than the other, no matter what the record is. Because when faced against each other, they're about as even as even can get. And if you can deny that, you're delusional and stupid.
Yeah, the Sox have had bandwagoners. Those will be the same people who will jump the Cubs ship if they ever win the World Series, too. Those aren't the real fans. I always say that if a person cannot name five players on the roster of the team they support, they aren't a real fan. They just say they are because that's what's cool. I know a passionate Sox fan when I see one, as I lived on the South Side for twelve years. So I can tell a fake when I see one, too. As a die-hard Cubs fan, it's easier to spot. I have a much greater respect for Sox fans who say "Cubs suck!" that watch the games, go to the games, and know the team they represent. To me, they have room to talk, just like I'd assume I do as well. That's different than the ones who make the same remarks only because they feel it's what they should do, which is just pathetic.
You look at each of the team's playoff appearances since the Cubs did it in 1989. Since 1989, the Cubs have appeared in the playoffs four times (1989, 1998, 2003, 2007) and the Sox three times (1993, 2000, 2005). So that's pretty even, too. And when this happens, you see a lot of the fan support start to increase, and fans who know their baseball and typically lurked in the shadows all season start to come out, as well as the aforementioned bandwagoners who deem it necessary to cheer on the winning side of Chicago. Even though the latter is pathetic and I don't like it, it's support nonetheless. The Cubs of 1989 and 2003 and the Sox of 1993 and 2005 being the greatest examples. Never in my life had I seen so much support over sports teams in my life. Ever. And that's pretty admirable.
You'll never walk the streets of New York, Boston, L.A., or St. Louis seeing people wearing hats and jerseys of their favorite team and players like Chicago baseball fans (well, you may, just not as many). The fan support goes outside the ballpark and the home, and is taken around in casual situations. You'll often find out that Ryne Sandberg was my favorite baseball player of all-time, just like you'll see Mark DeRosa is my favorite current Cub. Just like you may see a friend of mine sporting a Joe Crede jersey someday down the line showing their support for their player, or just wearing a shirt to show off their pride. It's outstanding when you think of it.
The rivalry between both teams and their fans is so ridiculously intense. I personally hate the Crosstown Classic. Brings out the worst in both side, Sox fans and Cubs fans truly at wit's end. I think it's pointless, since by now after eleven years it's proven neither team is better than the other when faced against each other. I'd rather just see an exhibition game every season, a Mayor's Cup kinda thing, instead of the Crosstown Classic. Emotions not running insanely during a whole series, rather running high during one game that doesn't mean jack against the season. This season has proven it's a disadvantage against both teams to play in the other park, so why keep doing it? I guess it stems from my dislike towards interleague play, but whatever. That's Major League Baseball's problem, not mine.
I'll always speak negatively about the Chicago White Sox and their fans, but you know what? That's sports. I'm very passionate about my Cubs and it's just instinct to dislike a team we're rivals with so strongly. But if the White Sox get to the postseason--and deserve to be there--you may see me saying "Good for them, I hope they do well." Will I want them to win? Nah, but I'd at least wish them the best, which I will admit is more than what can be said for some Cubs fans I know. And I know some die-hard South Siders who've become my best friends who would do the same for the Cubs. Those are the fans I really like, because it's basically how I am.
Anyone willing to claim that Chicago isn't the greatest baseball city in the world is fucking delusional. Period. The atmosphere at the games of each team, the open fan support you see in the street, in the high school halls, in the bars, in the ballpark is outstanding. Take it from a guy who's been to both team's games enough in just a short amount of time. I've NEVER seen such a powerful fan following for any team, in any sport in my life (Except for, as I said, the Packers in the NFL. And I AM a Bears fan). It's so admirable that the fans in this city are so passionate. Jay Mariotti said it best when he said "Forget New York, forget Boston. Baseball's new home is Chicago." You know what, I think this has ALWAYS been baseball's home. There's nothing like walking into a Cubs or Sox game, ordering a big-ass slice of Connie's pizza (or two), getting a scorecard, keeping score, and watching two of sports' most storied franchises duke it out against whoever they're facing. The feeling is simply indescribable.
This may explain my deep passion for the sport. I grew up on the South Side, a fifteen minute train-ride to what was then Comiskey Park. I was surrounded by friends and their families who went to Sox games seemingly every single day (I have a best friend who goes on every opportunity). I had a grandfather who took the Cubs more passionately than anything else in his life. I started going to Sox games with friends and Cubs games with my grandpa, and soon I got caught up in the hype of Chicago baseball, and was soon seasoned as a general baseball fan. As a Cubs fan on the South Side, I took a lot of heat, but it helped me understand the difference between an honest, die-hard fan rivalry and a false one, the latter which I've seen more of ever since I left Chicago. I grew up in the right place at the right time in my life, and the passion I have for this game and the teams in Chicago will probably never die. Same goes for the people who grew up amidst that same background, I'd assume.
Chicago is the greatest city in the world, period. The fact that it has such passionate and respectable fans towards their baseball teams is, as I said before, truly admirable. I say what I do about Sox fans, and most die-hards know my feelings, but in the end, I have a strong level of respect for realistic fans who know when their team sucks, know when their team deserves to be praised, know the roster, and go to the games. It's just more hidden. Just like I respect Cubs fans by the same token as Sox fans. Essentially, if you can be a realistic and logical fan of your team, you got my respect. Simple as that.
*Raises glass* Here's to you, baseball fans of Chicago. You deserve the praise!
-Zach
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