I did a "Tribute" blog last June in dedication to my late grandfather, a concept which I happened to be very fond of (and other people liked too, I'm assuming for the subject matter as I poured everything I had in me to convey my feelings about the ordeal). Upon reflection, that was a really solid concept (much like my "Reflection" blogs which are uncommon but have clicked with others), one which, while I would never get in as much depth as I did the predecessor, could work out very well if I gave "Tribute" blogs to friends, other family, or even personal heroes and idols of mine.
That said, I'm going to start this today, in part because I owed somebody big time for leaving them out of my blog for such a long time after promising her she'd be in here. Not necessarily the best idea on my end, but I must admit, the timing was a bit awkward. I posted my first 2009 blog on January 26 to cover stuff like the Cubs Convention and all that, and by this point our relationship had taken an awkward turn due to some drastic unforseen events, causing us to seemingly only be speaking on a week-to-week basis by then. With that said, a slight mention in that blog wouldn't have killed me, so if you're reading this, this is my apology.
But let's get with the happy, shall we? In my usual "not use names" fashion, chances are I won't mention her name anywhere in here (it's a privacy thing, most people don't like to be that "public"), but she'll know who she is.
This whole thing may be one of the most "complex" close relationships I'd ever been a part of, honestly. We met in 1998, first grade, and at the time she may have damn well been the best friend a then-stupid-looking kid like me could've asked for (heh). Eventually, for myself at least, it translated to your cute, stupid "puppy love" kinda thing, since at the time I'd developed significant feelings for her. And they stuck around for a good couple years. It's safe to say it was the first point in my life where I ever maintained feelings like those, and I liked it.
Sadly, after those "good couple years," she moved, which hurt like hell because not only was I losing the person who had left that specific impact on me, but at the time I was also losing my best friend. So I really believed I had nowhere to turn at that point, and what was more depressing is I misplaced the number she gave me so I had no means of contacting her. It was pretty hard on me, at the time being only eight years old as it was.
It took five years before we even managed to speak again, sad as it was. I'll never forget, it was Spring 2005 and I had just bought ESPN MLB 2K5 for my XBOX, which I was playing in my parents' room (usually it's in my room, but my dad got a new Tom Clancy game so until he beat it, I was stuck in there). Suddenly I get a call, and lo-and-behold, the caller ID gives her last name. I really had no idea how to react, what to say, etc. So I didn't answer, and gave myself a day to sort myself out mentally.
When I finally got myself to do what I needed to do, I was very happy about it. We talked for a few hours and eventually would do that regularly for, if I'm not mistaken, a couple months. All the catching up we did, the changes in our personalities (and the similarities that stuck around for five years). We also regularly talked online, and it was always a relief when, at the time my grandfather and best friend was very, very ill, I could always look forward to coming home, onto my laptop, and talking to her.
What still hasn't come clear to me is, shortly after my grandfather passed, she just...left. I'm still not sure what happened, and have mentioned it to her in the past and frankly, I don't think she knows either. Just one of those things. So it was depressing, because she was helping me get through such a difficult time and wasn't there anymore.
And no doubt, part of why she was helping me so much is because those feelings from before stuck around, and a huge part of me wanted to continue expanding on that relationship to maybe turn it into something down the road.
That was Summer 2005. Fast-forward to January 2008 when someone adds my MySpace. I send the message asking who she was, just out of curiosity, when viola, I'm sure you can assume who it was (I had to ask because when we got back in touch in 2005, I still hadn't seen her, all we did was talk on the phone and AIM. So I didn't know what her modern appearance was). I remember one Saturday night we spent about four hours catching up on AIM, just like we did three years prior, and considering how greatly both of us had changed, it was like meeting a whole new person, yet maintaining the strong history that was developed. So it was interesting.
Part of me was so surprised to me someone with such similar interests as myself, which I found fascinating. We got to know each other more and kept in touch in moderation, certainly not as much as we had three years prior.
Then comes a day in January when we decided to catch up with each other after a couple months of not speaking (no reason, we were both so busy). She told me she had feelings for me via text. Uhh, whaaaa!? What she ended up saying to me that night was stuff I was too nervous to say myself for years! Not to mention, I wasn't going to anytime soon, as I believed she was still in a relationship while she apparently was not.
Naturally we tried to expand on this, and it was definitely one of the best feelings in the world for someone like me. It was eleven years of foundation, to a point where I always wanted it to go. And it was a spectacular week, getting nice texts and talking everyday almost non-stop. Sadly, circumstances arose, and it just...ended. I'm used to things not going my way, so I didn't take it too hard. But let's not underestimate that as me taking it well. My feelings that built up for so long had suddenly been dissolved, and it was a sad thought.
It's been two months since then. As crazy as it sounds, I attempted to just move on with other options, but I simply couldn't stop thinking about her. She's just such a tremendously special person to me and the fact that I had lost it so quickly really did end up hitting me hard. She may very well be the most special girl I've ever met, honestly. Though I got a very nice, refreshing call from her today, though I was out of my element because I was exhausted and she also told me something I wasn't expecting to hear, however, it made me a very happy guy.
And I still have significant feelings for her...
That's that. I felt it was deserving, and instead of giving only a sentence or a paragraph, I gave her the whole damn blog. I've always believed that, if I can't have her in a relationship, I still want her in my life. So when we go a month without speaking out of sheer lazyness on one end or stupid phobias on the other, it's not a good thing, because the thought of her is in constant rotation in my mind.
I've never gone into this much detail trying to make her feel as special as she possibly could but I feel it was deserving. I said I'd do it for her birthday, but I didn't want to wait that long. I already have some ideas as to some other things I'm going to do for her birthday anyway, which is in ten days.
So if you're reading this, there's your mention in my blog :D It ended up longer than even I had expected...
-Zach
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
"My, How Far We've Come..." - March 12, 2009
Usually I'll quote a lyric of my thoughts for the blog title. That was actually the plan until today when I started to reflect on a lot of aspects on life, and realized just how far not only I, but everyone else around me, have gotten at this stage of our lives in comparison to one, two, or even four years ago.
Allow me to elaborate. Yesterday, I saw a magnificent friend of mine who I never get to see these days anymore. Neither of our faults, just never a convenient time for either of us. What's funny is just how much our relationship has changed, albeit it hasn't been for the better. I saw her twice yesterday, and I swear on my life I never hugged anyone as strongly as I did then (when you lose your balance, you KNOW it's pretty strong, hah). It was expressing my emotion of just how much I miss her, and clearly the feeling was mutual as she expressed the same thing. Since the first hug I gave her early yesterday morning, I seriously thought about her all day; not the way you're all thinking. I was thinking about how I'd still probably consider her one of the greatest, best friends to ever walk into my life, despite the distances between us these days.
What's funny is, two years ago to the date, I saw her everyday after school, locker right across the hall from mine, chances are if she wasn't staying after I'd walk out with her, give her a hug, and we'd be on our way. It was almost routine, and if one reflects, that period two to three years ago may have been the best period we ever had together. Only reason I say that is because part of me realized by that point what I was too stupid to realize before. I've known her for five years, and five years ago I'd have considered myself to be in love with her, despite the fact that the feeling wasn't mutual and that was very obvious. By the time I got over that, things vastly improved between us, and lately I've begun to think about just how much I took for granted with her in the past, since I hardly see her anymore.
She mentioned something to me yesterday, and I was intrigued. In that period four to five years ago when I had significant feelings for her. She mentioned a letter I sent her expressing my feelings in possibly the most romantic way I've ever done, with anybody. She told me she read it again and she cried, much like when I first sent it. I read it back and, poorly written as it was, it was beautiful, and definitely a positive reflection of the one time I EVER felt even remotely close to being with the first person I ever can actually say I loved. And part of me realized what a fool I was to chase the whole thing the way I did, but I've learned from that and frankly couldn't be happier with the way things ended up with her and I. Of course, if I could change how things are now, I would (as far as seeing her and such)...
This leads to other relationships. How the two other best friends I had here in Lockport two years ago and I are no longer on speaking terms, courtesy of one's own ridiculous pretention against me and another's childish insecurity about my affairs with certain people in his life. How I lost the person I'd fallen hardest for since the beginning of high school two years to yesterday, and how I'm now closer to her than I was seemingly then, just in a different way. How I've been able to maintain some friends from junior high and even from Midway and just how important a role they've played in my life the whole time. How two years to the day I got my Genesis tickets, starting what ended up being the greatest concert year of my life. How four years ago I had been so disgusted with the Cubs organization my grandfather and I could hardly watch a game anymore, then two years ago how a few smart free agent moves (not often I get to say that!) generated interest, and how today I seriously cannot remember ever being this excited for the start of the season. How two years ago my relationship with my dad seemed beyond repair, and how these days it's become much better, despite the occasional squabbles (See that? I used the word squabble in one of my blogs!). Sometimes I think we all take these things for granted, but to preach what another "acquaintance," if you will, said yesterday, sometimes you have to give them some thought in order to totally appreciate exactly what you have.
So clearly, a lot has been on my mind, but unlike most times I've been very thankful for what I've been able to hold onto lately, or for that matter, been able to get back in different variations. It's these little things that have kept me going of late, since life for the longest time until the past few weeks had been at a stand-still. It's been a month and a half since I did a life update, and this may have been the best damn interlude I've done in recent memory, so let's get to the goings-on, shall we?
February was a bore. Really, I can't think of anything substantial that happened that month. All I can recall is two four-day weekends, being sick for both of them (one being the worst damn sickness I've experienced in years, more on that later). Spring Training for baseball began, which is always a good thing because I've seriously been going insane without my baseball. Let's not forget I am a Cubs fan and still need validation after last year's miserable collapse, just one step closer to that happening! Also got Cubs tickets! June 19 vs. Cleveland and July 7 vs. Atlanta, so keep an eye out for me on TV, y'hear? Managed to get some Brewers tickets for June 28 as well up in Milwaukee at the end of the month, so slowly but surely, my summer planning had already begun.
At the end of February, in our big four-day weekend leading up to March, I couldn't believe how sick I had become. Splitting headache, like my head was run over by multiple semi-trucks, asthma cough, congestion, soreness all over, chills and then unusual spurts of unbearable warmth. I was sick that entire weekend, which really sucked (to put it bluntly) because I did have some plans for that weekend. The good news is, I felt like I was going to die, and luckily I'm here, posting this blog for my legions of loyal readers to enjoy.
March so far has been excellent. Baseball games are now being televised, I'm getting tons of concert tickets (paid to get a bite at U2 pre-sale tickets, seeing Paramore and No Doubt, Cruefest if I can score something cheap, likely going to Summerfest twice, waiting for Chickenfoot and AC/DC to announce their respective tours). My summer from June 19 up until July 22 is booked, with days open here and there, but for the most part I'm packed, and I couldn't be happier, because unlike the last month and a half, I actually have something to look forward to. Among other things this month, the World Baseball Classic has been fascinating, unlike in 2006, and the Blackhawks are still making an aggressive push to the postseason. School's also been outstanding, had an awful start to third quarter but the way my grades look, I can still hold on to the "honor roll" title and keep my GPA at a 3.2, which always makes life so much easier, especially with fourth quarter being such a cakewalk.
I haven't updated on my love life recently, essentially because there's nothing to report. What else is new? I made an attempt with one person but it felt like a one-way street and I was the only one driving down it. To be fair, being old-fashioned I expect myself to take control of stuff like this, but part of me seemed like I was chasing something rather unnecessary way too strongly, and for me, it doesn't work like that. I like when a foundation is put in place and I'm not the only one making an effort to work something out. Which leads me to my next point: I just need to meet new chicks, to once again, put something bluntly. I've pushed very hard with certain ones in the past to little or no avail, and I need to move on, problem is I can't find anyone I can legitimately move on towards. Sure there are people I'd like to meet or get to know better, but those are things I can't really see panning out anyway. So, "love" is also at a stand-still, sadly. I don't fret over it as much anymore, just waiting for something to come along...
So, what's in store for the coming days? Spring break is on the horizon, and I have no plans! I do expect that to change, however, I seriously doubt that I'll spend the entire time at home. Baseball season starts on April 6 and naturally I'm very excited about that. Cruefest and U2 tickets go on sale very soon, with Chickenfoot probably announcing their tour shortly. March Madness starts next week. With Spring on the horizon, a lot more tends to happen, and I couldn't be more excited with summer slowly (yet rapidly, figure that enigma out) approaching. S'gonna be a fun ride, and as always, I'll have updates along the way.
Peace!
-Zach
Allow me to elaborate. Yesterday, I saw a magnificent friend of mine who I never get to see these days anymore. Neither of our faults, just never a convenient time for either of us. What's funny is just how much our relationship has changed, albeit it hasn't been for the better. I saw her twice yesterday, and I swear on my life I never hugged anyone as strongly as I did then (when you lose your balance, you KNOW it's pretty strong, hah). It was expressing my emotion of just how much I miss her, and clearly the feeling was mutual as she expressed the same thing. Since the first hug I gave her early yesterday morning, I seriously thought about her all day; not the way you're all thinking. I was thinking about how I'd still probably consider her one of the greatest, best friends to ever walk into my life, despite the distances between us these days.
What's funny is, two years ago to the date, I saw her everyday after school, locker right across the hall from mine, chances are if she wasn't staying after I'd walk out with her, give her a hug, and we'd be on our way. It was almost routine, and if one reflects, that period two to three years ago may have been the best period we ever had together. Only reason I say that is because part of me realized by that point what I was too stupid to realize before. I've known her for five years, and five years ago I'd have considered myself to be in love with her, despite the fact that the feeling wasn't mutual and that was very obvious. By the time I got over that, things vastly improved between us, and lately I've begun to think about just how much I took for granted with her in the past, since I hardly see her anymore.
She mentioned something to me yesterday, and I was intrigued. In that period four to five years ago when I had significant feelings for her. She mentioned a letter I sent her expressing my feelings in possibly the most romantic way I've ever done, with anybody. She told me she read it again and she cried, much like when I first sent it. I read it back and, poorly written as it was, it was beautiful, and definitely a positive reflection of the one time I EVER felt even remotely close to being with the first person I ever can actually say I loved. And part of me realized what a fool I was to chase the whole thing the way I did, but I've learned from that and frankly couldn't be happier with the way things ended up with her and I. Of course, if I could change how things are now, I would (as far as seeing her and such)...
This leads to other relationships. How the two other best friends I had here in Lockport two years ago and I are no longer on speaking terms, courtesy of one's own ridiculous pretention against me and another's childish insecurity about my affairs with certain people in his life. How I lost the person I'd fallen hardest for since the beginning of high school two years to yesterday, and how I'm now closer to her than I was seemingly then, just in a different way. How I've been able to maintain some friends from junior high and even from Midway and just how important a role they've played in my life the whole time. How two years to the day I got my Genesis tickets, starting what ended up being the greatest concert year of my life. How four years ago I had been so disgusted with the Cubs organization my grandfather and I could hardly watch a game anymore, then two years ago how a few smart free agent moves (not often I get to say that!) generated interest, and how today I seriously cannot remember ever being this excited for the start of the season. How two years ago my relationship with my dad seemed beyond repair, and how these days it's become much better, despite the occasional squabbles (See that? I used the word squabble in one of my blogs!). Sometimes I think we all take these things for granted, but to preach what another "acquaintance," if you will, said yesterday, sometimes you have to give them some thought in order to totally appreciate exactly what you have.
So clearly, a lot has been on my mind, but unlike most times I've been very thankful for what I've been able to hold onto lately, or for that matter, been able to get back in different variations. It's these little things that have kept me going of late, since life for the longest time until the past few weeks had been at a stand-still. It's been a month and a half since I did a life update, and this may have been the best damn interlude I've done in recent memory, so let's get to the goings-on, shall we?
February was a bore. Really, I can't think of anything substantial that happened that month. All I can recall is two four-day weekends, being sick for both of them (one being the worst damn sickness I've experienced in years, more on that later). Spring Training for baseball began, which is always a good thing because I've seriously been going insane without my baseball. Let's not forget I am a Cubs fan and still need validation after last year's miserable collapse, just one step closer to that happening! Also got Cubs tickets! June 19 vs. Cleveland and July 7 vs. Atlanta, so keep an eye out for me on TV, y'hear? Managed to get some Brewers tickets for June 28 as well up in Milwaukee at the end of the month, so slowly but surely, my summer planning had already begun.
At the end of February, in our big four-day weekend leading up to March, I couldn't believe how sick I had become. Splitting headache, like my head was run over by multiple semi-trucks, asthma cough, congestion, soreness all over, chills and then unusual spurts of unbearable warmth. I was sick that entire weekend, which really sucked (to put it bluntly) because I did have some plans for that weekend. The good news is, I felt like I was going to die, and luckily I'm here, posting this blog for my legions of loyal readers to enjoy
March so far has been excellent. Baseball games are now being televised, I'm getting tons of concert tickets (paid to get a bite at U2 pre-sale tickets, seeing Paramore and No Doubt, Cruefest if I can score something cheap, likely going to Summerfest twice, waiting for Chickenfoot and AC/DC to announce their respective tours). My summer from June 19 up until July 22 is booked, with days open here and there, but for the most part I'm packed, and I couldn't be happier, because unlike the last month and a half, I actually have something to look forward to. Among other things this month, the World Baseball Classic has been fascinating, unlike in 2006, and the Blackhawks are still making an aggressive push to the postseason. School's also been outstanding, had an awful start to third quarter but the way my grades look, I can still hold on to the "honor roll" title and keep my GPA at a 3.2, which always makes life so much easier, especially with fourth quarter being such a cakewalk.
I haven't updated on my love life recently, essentially because there's nothing to report. What else is new? I made an attempt with one person but it felt like a one-way street and I was the only one driving down it. To be fair, being old-fashioned I expect myself to take control of stuff like this, but part of me seemed like I was chasing something rather unnecessary way too strongly, and for me, it doesn't work like that. I like when a foundation is put in place and I'm not the only one making an effort to work something out. Which leads me to my next point: I just need to meet new chicks, to once again, put something bluntly. I've pushed very hard with certain ones in the past to little or no avail, and I need to move on, problem is I can't find anyone I can legitimately move on towards. Sure there are people I'd like to meet or get to know better, but those are things I can't really see panning out anyway. So, "love" is also at a stand-still, sadly. I don't fret over it as much anymore, just waiting for something to come along...
So, what's in store for the coming days? Spring break is on the horizon, and I have no plans! I do expect that to change, however, I seriously doubt that I'll spend the entire time at home. Baseball season starts on April 6 and naturally I'm very excited about that. Cruefest and U2 tickets go on sale very soon, with Chickenfoot probably announcing their tour shortly. March Madness starts next week. With Spring on the horizon, a lot more tends to happen, and I couldn't be more excited with summer slowly (yet rapidly, figure that enigma out) approaching. S'gonna be a fun ride, and as always, I'll have updates along the way.
Peace!
-Zach
Sunday, February 8, 2009
"Turn Your Clock Back, Paint it Red on Black: Reflection 2004" - February 8, 2009
Those who know me well know how tremendously nostalgic I can be (I know for a fact Dale and Stacey have mocked that quality in me enough :D), which leads me to ask myself: How on Earth, after all the "Reflection" and filler blogs of the past, could I possibly forget to indulge in the year where the most change I ever experienced in my life? The answer? I have no idea.
To preface, this year was either going to end up (at the time) either the best year of my life or the worst year of my life. It was really that simple. In late 2003, my mother approached me, telling me the family was moving out of Chicago (to quote her, "maybe even out of state," which thankfully didn't happen) and we'd be spending most of the next year searching for a new home. I was crushed, that everyone thought I could very well leave everything I had established those past twelve years and just casually move on, leave my best friends of eight and six years, etc. So it didn't fly over easily.
After awhile, though, the idea was a bit more inviting, though most of me still didn't want to leave. It was change I had no possible way of preventing, so I had to accept it, even though 80% of me just wouldn't budge. Well, we found a house much sooner than any of us had ever expected (much to my chagrin, the more time we spent looking, the more time I had in Midway), and on February 1, 2004, we made a deal to move into Neuberry Ridge in Lockport, IL. This just so happened to be Super Bowl Sunday, so instead of watching the game with the family, they painted and started fixing up the house, while I quietly sat in my room listening to Rush (I was far from the rabid fan I am today, I even got tired of them and stopped listening for awhile), for the first time knowing I didn't have many more days left in there.
Much of my Spring revolved around telling my friends I was leaving, getting ready for the Cubs to hopefully repeat off their 2003 success, fixing up the house, and just thinking non-stop about everything. Did I take things for granted with people and my time here? I'm not going to see my grandma, grandpa, or uncle much anymore, will I? These thoughts weren't good, thoughts a twelve year old kid should have. And to be honest, the family didn't help. In the process I was mostly an outsider, one who pretty much kept his mouth shut on everything, which worked against me at times because I was needed for things and wouldn't give in, which caused a lot of tension between the family and I. I still stand by that attitude, since mentally, I just wasn't ready for something like this.
But in Spring, some rays of hope shined through. We got a new pup on the last weekend of March, which we named Snickers after much deliberation, who still lights up the house today with her joyfulness. On March 25, my favorite band of the time, Van Halen, announced they were reuniting with singer Sammy Hagar, recording three new songs for a new greatest hits package, and touring North America to support them. This is something my hyper twelve year old self never thought he'd ever see, his favorite singer reuniting with his favorite band. Tickets went on sale Saturday, May 1, and my dad promptly got tickets to the show.
I'll never forget hearing the new single, "It's About Time," for the first time on May 6, 2004 (I remember I was ready to watch the "Friends" finale, a show I never watch but had to see the spectacle as it was so over-hyped). I was sitting in my room, about 6:30 PM, window open enjoying the calm mid-Spring breeze, when Seaver on the Loop said they had a new Van Halen song after the break. Well, after going through "Comfortably Numb," this thick, pulsating guitar riff comes in. I said to myself "Nah, this has got to be some new band." But then, all the sudden, Sammy Hagar's vocals come up and Ed's signature guitar sound becomes apparent. It was the new Van Halen song, and I was stoked. Sure, it came out the day they announced the tour about a month prior, but with the hustle and bustle of moving, this was the first I time had the chance to listen to it. Hearing "Turn your clock back / paint it red on black" gave me hope for the concert on July 19!
May was a spectacular month that year, because I started to see a lot of friends more than usual, just getting as much time as I could in with them before I left, which at this point could've been July, maybe August, maybe even November! I remember spending Dale's birthday with him that year (and spending the weekend by his casa, making fun of our science teacher Mr. Malek's childhood photo and such), which conveniently fell on a Friday and we went to The Pit for dinner. He had announced to me he also got Van Halen tickets for his birthday, which excited us both. I also recall his father asking me if I'd ever heard of a band called "Velvet Revolver," consisting of the guys from Guns N' Roses and the singer of Stone Temple Pilots who were just on Leno the other night. Well, I hadn't, but it was just something else to look forward to. Clearly my musical mentality was growing tremendously at this point, and the weekend prior to Dale's birthday I'd buy my first Motley Crue album, which turned me into the rabid Crue fan I am today.
School eventually let out on June 4 (my last day ever at St. Dans), which just so happened to be the day Mark Prior returned from the disabled list (funny, he gave up only two hits and ended up with a loss). Excellent way to begin the summer already! Mostly everyday over the summer I'd take a walk or take my bike out in the evening, usually meeting up with and hanging out with friends, whether it be just going around, chilling at Byrne, playing baseball, among other things, usually until the night rolled in. My friends made my last summer there incredible, and surely helped me in remembering them as I moved on.
If I wasn't out with them, chances are it was a quiet evening in the house, usually with me cranking out the Loop while I played MVP Baseball 04 on the PS2 or All Star Baseball 05 on the XBOX. I remember the first time I heard the mystery band Velvet Revolver on the radio, when "Slither" debuted on the Loop while I was "modernizing" my Cubs roster on MVP 04. I just remember sitting there thinking "Well damn, that kicked some ass!" This just led to a cycle that was the Contraband (VR's first album) craze I went through surrounding the rest of 2004.
June also meant a new season of Whose Line is it Anyway?, my favorite show of the time. I remember being so stoked for the start of the new season, and it really didn't disappoint (despite the fact that they were all throwaways from past seasons). Sadly, the day after the debut, we had to put our chocolate lab of eight years, Mocha, to sleep. She was always very pleasant and personable (though Sean always felt like she was gonna bite his hands off :D), and it was sad to see her go.
July provided some interesting fireworks (haha, pun). I started the month off by going to a Cubs game on the first, against Houston. I'll never forget Mark Prior pitching a fantastic game in seven innings, with the Cubs up 4-1, and Kent Mercker allowing a three-run homer to Carlos Beltran RIGHT after Prior was taken out, tying the game. Sammy Sosa won it in the ninth with a walk-off homer, luckily. July also meant my last Fourth of July in Chicago. We went up to Wisconsin to buy our illegal fireworks (heh) and put on one last show at the house. I remember retiring early to watch the Cubs / Sox game on ESPN, which the Cubs won in the ninth on a bases-loaded walk taken by Todd Walker. Another great game that week!
I spent much of July doing the same things I was doing in June, only the visits we'd make to the ground where the new house was being built were more frequent, meaning more long trips and more times eating out with the family. I remember one night listening to Motley Crue's "Home Sweet Home," under a cloudless sky on a 70 degree early summer night heading home from the new house area, which was so appropriate considering everything, and pretty much helped me appreciate everything around me just a little more. A reason why I'll never tire of that song.
July 19 came around, which was the date of the Van Halen concert. I was asked recently to rank my Top 5 favorite concerts (since I've seen so many bands) and this came in around the #3 spot. What a great show, caught it in the "magic" period between July 3 and July 20 where not one single show was bad (considering how many awful performances were on this tour thanks to Eddie Van Halen's alcohol problem). Definitely a concert I'll never forget. I also remember going to Best Buy the day after to buy the Greatest Hits package VH released, and mom lost her keys for work at the store. We frantically looked around, and when we gave up, we just cranked VH in the car on the way home.
I remember I spent the following weekend at Dale's the last time I'd see him until he stayed over by my place Thanksgiving weekend. It was awkward at first, and my voice was still shot from the show. But eventually, we got into our niche and just had fun like we always did. Listened to VH, played GameCube (Sonic the Hedgehog, man!), just relaxed. It was a blast, and I'll always remember it as the last time I'd stay there while living in Chicago. The Thursday after that weekend, Uncle Tom and I went to see Spiderman 2 downtown, and figured we'd visit the beauty that was (at the time, brand new) Millenium Park in the process. After returning back to his house, I sat down with my grandpa, watched the Simpsons, Everybody Loves Raymond, and the Cubs game whilst having chicken for dinner. I think that was the last day I spent at their house before moving as well. What a shame.
July ended with the last time I'd hang out with friends. I spent the majority of that Friday (which was July 30) with Kurt Mueller, Jackie Kwasny, and others who came in and out. At the time, I had no idea this would be THE last time I'd really hang out with any of these people (at least until May 2005), but once I actually left, I felt bad that I never got the chance to really add closure to ANY relationship I had out there, not just those two. Still, it was definitely a great night for what it was.
August came around, and nothing too noteworthy happened outside of Greg Maddux winning his 300th game with the Cubs against the San Francisco Giants. I do recall heading out to the area where the house was being built with my mother a few days prior to that, and listening to the Cubs and newly acquired Shortstop Nomar Garciaparra rape the Rockies on the radio. Clearly, I have a lot of fond memories with that 2004 team, despite the fact that they'd become whiney bitches by the end of the year (will explain later).
August 12, 2004: The day my life changed forever. We closed on the house, it was completely built, and we moved in. It was gloomy, perfect fit, really, since that was pretty much the mood of everyone. Just a very somber day all around, and when I said goodbye to that house on 52nd and Nottingham, I realized I was saying goodbye to my history and saying hello to a new beginning, one I wasn't looking forward to.
I started school at Taft, which was a massive dump compared to what St. Dans was, but it was still a nice change of scenery: small town school filled with small town people. Not really my thing, and after five years living here, it still really isn't. Regardless, I made fast friends, and they know who they are. I already indulged in 7th grade in a blog back in October, no need to continue now.
The rest of the year, well, it's a lot like death to birth. A part of me died on August 12, leaving behind all I established and all the friends I'd made. But a part of me had been born again, starting from scratch, everything...different. All I could really remember was my grandpa coming out once a week to pick my sister and I up from school, my Velvet Revolver craze expanding to it's farthest extent, the 2004 Cubs season ending on the worst note possible (89 wins and no postseason because of whiney bitches like Alou, Mercker, Sosa, and Dusty, and of course, losing Chip and Steve as the team's voices didn't help), and establishing a new beginning in my new home.
I was a totally different person at the end of 2004 than I was at the beginning of it, and quite frankly, the person I am today has been a gradual improvement over the one everyone saw at the end of 2004. Every change that happened to me personally in '04 was very rapid, there was really no time to realize it until years later, but the ones that have happened since have been very noticable, since it all comes so slowly.
That's a little insight to those who didn't know about my history before Lockport, and a little insight into how different a person I am because of everything that's happened since the move actually happened. I'll always say that moving out of Chicago was one of the worst things to ever happen to me, since I've never totally felt like I've fit in here in the five years I've been here. But, I've met some fantastic people, ones who I'd hope I can keep around for a very long time (of course, there's VERY few of you guys), and for that, well, at least something good came out of the move.
Still, I have every intention of heading back up there for college, so once I graduate high school, you bet yer ass I'm heading back where I belong. Until that time, eh, I think I'll make the most of what's on my plate now.
-Zach
To preface, this year was either going to end up (at the time) either the best year of my life or the worst year of my life. It was really that simple. In late 2003, my mother approached me, telling me the family was moving out of Chicago (to quote her, "maybe even out of state," which thankfully didn't happen) and we'd be spending most of the next year searching for a new home. I was crushed, that everyone thought I could very well leave everything I had established those past twelve years and just casually move on, leave my best friends of eight and six years, etc. So it didn't fly over easily.
After awhile, though, the idea was a bit more inviting, though most of me still didn't want to leave. It was change I had no possible way of preventing, so I had to accept it, even though 80% of me just wouldn't budge. Well, we found a house much sooner than any of us had ever expected (much to my chagrin, the more time we spent looking, the more time I had in Midway), and on February 1, 2004, we made a deal to move into Neuberry Ridge in Lockport, IL. This just so happened to be Super Bowl Sunday, so instead of watching the game with the family, they painted and started fixing up the house, while I quietly sat in my room listening to Rush (I was far from the rabid fan I am today, I even got tired of them and stopped listening for awhile), for the first time knowing I didn't have many more days left in there.
Much of my Spring revolved around telling my friends I was leaving, getting ready for the Cubs to hopefully repeat off their 2003 success, fixing up the house, and just thinking non-stop about everything. Did I take things for granted with people and my time here? I'm not going to see my grandma, grandpa, or uncle much anymore, will I? These thoughts weren't good, thoughts a twelve year old kid should have. And to be honest, the family didn't help. In the process I was mostly an outsider, one who pretty much kept his mouth shut on everything, which worked against me at times because I was needed for things and wouldn't give in, which caused a lot of tension between the family and I. I still stand by that attitude, since mentally, I just wasn't ready for something like this.
But in Spring, some rays of hope shined through. We got a new pup on the last weekend of March, which we named Snickers after much deliberation, who still lights up the house today with her joyfulness. On March 25, my favorite band of the time, Van Halen, announced they were reuniting with singer Sammy Hagar, recording three new songs for a new greatest hits package, and touring North America to support them. This is something my hyper twelve year old self never thought he'd ever see, his favorite singer reuniting with his favorite band. Tickets went on sale Saturday, May 1, and my dad promptly got tickets to the show.
I'll never forget hearing the new single, "It's About Time," for the first time on May 6, 2004 (I remember I was ready to watch the "Friends" finale, a show I never watch but had to see the spectacle as it was so over-hyped). I was sitting in my room, about 6:30 PM, window open enjoying the calm mid-Spring breeze, when Seaver on the Loop said they had a new Van Halen song after the break. Well, after going through "Comfortably Numb," this thick, pulsating guitar riff comes in. I said to myself "Nah, this has got to be some new band." But then, all the sudden, Sammy Hagar's vocals come up and Ed's signature guitar sound becomes apparent. It was the new Van Halen song, and I was stoked. Sure, it came out the day they announced the tour about a month prior, but with the hustle and bustle of moving, this was the first I time had the chance to listen to it. Hearing "Turn your clock back / paint it red on black" gave me hope for the concert on July 19!
May was a spectacular month that year, because I started to see a lot of friends more than usual, just getting as much time as I could in with them before I left, which at this point could've been July, maybe August, maybe even November! I remember spending Dale's birthday with him that year (and spending the weekend by his casa, making fun of our science teacher Mr. Malek's childhood photo and such), which conveniently fell on a Friday and we went to The Pit for dinner. He had announced to me he also got Van Halen tickets for his birthday, which excited us both. I also recall his father asking me if I'd ever heard of a band called "Velvet Revolver," consisting of the guys from Guns N' Roses and the singer of Stone Temple Pilots who were just on Leno the other night. Well, I hadn't, but it was just something else to look forward to. Clearly my musical mentality was growing tremendously at this point, and the weekend prior to Dale's birthday I'd buy my first Motley Crue album, which turned me into the rabid Crue fan I am today.
School eventually let out on June 4 (my last day ever at St. Dans), which just so happened to be the day Mark Prior returned from the disabled list (funny, he gave up only two hits and ended up with a loss). Excellent way to begin the summer already! Mostly everyday over the summer I'd take a walk or take my bike out in the evening, usually meeting up with and hanging out with friends, whether it be just going around, chilling at Byrne, playing baseball, among other things, usually until the night rolled in. My friends made my last summer there incredible, and surely helped me in remembering them as I moved on.
If I wasn't out with them, chances are it was a quiet evening in the house, usually with me cranking out the Loop while I played MVP Baseball 04 on the PS2 or All Star Baseball 05 on the XBOX. I remember the first time I heard the mystery band Velvet Revolver on the radio, when "Slither" debuted on the Loop while I was "modernizing" my Cubs roster on MVP 04. I just remember sitting there thinking "Well damn, that kicked some ass!" This just led to a cycle that was the Contraband (VR's first album) craze I went through surrounding the rest of 2004.
June also meant a new season of Whose Line is it Anyway?, my favorite show of the time. I remember being so stoked for the start of the new season, and it really didn't disappoint (despite the fact that they were all throwaways from past seasons). Sadly, the day after the debut, we had to put our chocolate lab of eight years, Mocha, to sleep. She was always very pleasant and personable (though Sean always felt like she was gonna bite his hands off :D), and it was sad to see her go.
July provided some interesting fireworks (haha, pun). I started the month off by going to a Cubs game on the first, against Houston. I'll never forget Mark Prior pitching a fantastic game in seven innings, with the Cubs up 4-1, and Kent Mercker allowing a three-run homer to Carlos Beltran RIGHT after Prior was taken out, tying the game. Sammy Sosa won it in the ninth with a walk-off homer, luckily. July also meant my last Fourth of July in Chicago. We went up to Wisconsin to buy our illegal fireworks (heh) and put on one last show at the house. I remember retiring early to watch the Cubs / Sox game on ESPN, which the Cubs won in the ninth on a bases-loaded walk taken by Todd Walker. Another great game that week!
I spent much of July doing the same things I was doing in June, only the visits we'd make to the ground where the new house was being built were more frequent, meaning more long trips and more times eating out with the family. I remember one night listening to Motley Crue's "Home Sweet Home," under a cloudless sky on a 70 degree early summer night heading home from the new house area, which was so appropriate considering everything, and pretty much helped me appreciate everything around me just a little more. A reason why I'll never tire of that song.
July 19 came around, which was the date of the Van Halen concert. I was asked recently to rank my Top 5 favorite concerts (since I've seen so many bands) and this came in around the #3 spot. What a great show, caught it in the "magic" period between July 3 and July 20 where not one single show was bad (considering how many awful performances were on this tour thanks to Eddie Van Halen's alcohol problem). Definitely a concert I'll never forget. I also remember going to Best Buy the day after to buy the Greatest Hits package VH released, and mom lost her keys for work at the store. We frantically looked around, and when we gave up, we just cranked VH in the car on the way home.
I remember I spent the following weekend at Dale's the last time I'd see him until he stayed over by my place Thanksgiving weekend. It was awkward at first, and my voice was still shot from the show. But eventually, we got into our niche and just had fun like we always did. Listened to VH, played GameCube (Sonic the Hedgehog, man!), just relaxed. It was a blast, and I'll always remember it as the last time I'd stay there while living in Chicago. The Thursday after that weekend, Uncle Tom and I went to see Spiderman 2 downtown, and figured we'd visit the beauty that was (at the time, brand new) Millenium Park in the process. After returning back to his house, I sat down with my grandpa, watched the Simpsons, Everybody Loves Raymond, and the Cubs game whilst having chicken for dinner. I think that was the last day I spent at their house before moving as well. What a shame.
July ended with the last time I'd hang out with friends. I spent the majority of that Friday (which was July 30) with Kurt Mueller, Jackie Kwasny, and others who came in and out. At the time, I had no idea this would be THE last time I'd really hang out with any of these people (at least until May 2005), but once I actually left, I felt bad that I never got the chance to really add closure to ANY relationship I had out there, not just those two. Still, it was definitely a great night for what it was.
August came around, and nothing too noteworthy happened outside of Greg Maddux winning his 300th game with the Cubs against the San Francisco Giants. I do recall heading out to the area where the house was being built with my mother a few days prior to that, and listening to the Cubs and newly acquired Shortstop Nomar Garciaparra rape the Rockies on the radio. Clearly, I have a lot of fond memories with that 2004 team, despite the fact that they'd become whiney bitches by the end of the year (will explain later).
August 12, 2004: The day my life changed forever. We closed on the house, it was completely built, and we moved in. It was gloomy, perfect fit, really, since that was pretty much the mood of everyone. Just a very somber day all around, and when I said goodbye to that house on 52nd and Nottingham, I realized I was saying goodbye to my history and saying hello to a new beginning, one I wasn't looking forward to.
I started school at Taft, which was a massive dump compared to what St. Dans was, but it was still a nice change of scenery: small town school filled with small town people. Not really my thing, and after five years living here, it still really isn't. Regardless, I made fast friends, and they know who they are. I already indulged in 7th grade in a blog back in October, no need to continue now.
The rest of the year, well, it's a lot like death to birth. A part of me died on August 12, leaving behind all I established and all the friends I'd made. But a part of me had been born again, starting from scratch, everything...different. All I could really remember was my grandpa coming out once a week to pick my sister and I up from school, my Velvet Revolver craze expanding to it's farthest extent, the 2004 Cubs season ending on the worst note possible (89 wins and no postseason because of whiney bitches like Alou, Mercker, Sosa, and Dusty, and of course, losing Chip and Steve as the team's voices didn't help), and establishing a new beginning in my new home.
I was a totally different person at the end of 2004 than I was at the beginning of it, and quite frankly, the person I am today has been a gradual improvement over the one everyone saw at the end of 2004. Every change that happened to me personally in '04 was very rapid, there was really no time to realize it until years later, but the ones that have happened since have been very noticable, since it all comes so slowly.
That's a little insight to those who didn't know about my history before Lockport, and a little insight into how different a person I am because of everything that's happened since the move actually happened. I'll always say that moving out of Chicago was one of the worst things to ever happen to me, since I've never totally felt like I've fit in here in the five years I've been here. But, I've met some fantastic people, ones who I'd hope I can keep around for a very long time (of course, there's VERY few of you guys), and for that, well, at least something good came out of the move.
Still, I have every intention of heading back up there for college, so once I graduate high school, you bet yer ass I'm heading back where I belong. Until that time, eh, I think I'll make the most of what's on my plate now.
-Zach
"Top 20 Cubs Games" - February 8, 2009
This is a VERY long post. I don’t expect you all to read the whole thing, but you can at least check out the game dates, results, etc.
The Cubs Convention was a couple weekends ago, which for me, calls for the beginning of the 2009 baseball season! In this period between the Convention and pitchers and catchers reporting to Mesa, Arizona on February 13, I figured I’d give one of my traditional “filler blogs” to fill the void.
Background on this, this 2009 season will be my 14th season as a Chicago Cubs fan (1996-Present), and I’ve seen a ton of spectacular games (as well as heartbreaking ones) in that period of time. A lot of them stick around in my memory, and I even have some of them in my DVD / VHS archive! It’s been a fantastic fourteen years so far, and I figured I’d share some of those memories with you.
So, clearly by the title, I will be ranking my Top 20 favorite Cubs games, and I will divide each description into two parts: Where I was and what I was doing throughout the course of the game, and what actually happened in the game thus allowing it to be on this list. Unlike my usual “ranked” blogs, I’m going to count down on this from twenty to one, just to try something a bit different. You all get the idea, but first, so we don’t end the blog on a bad note, I’m going to list the worst Cubs game I’ve ever witnessed in my fourteen years.
October 3, 2004 vs. Atlanta Braves (W 10-8)
Where I was: It was the final game of the season, so as you can imagine, it was a lazy Sunday just watching baseball. Not much of a background to this one, honestly.
What happened: The Cubs actually pulled off a 10-8 victory in the nine inning ballgame, great offensive performances by Moises Alou, Aramis Ramirez, and Mark Grudzielanek. The problem? Any Cubs fan aware of the 2004 season knows that this was Chip Caray and Steve Stone’s last season with the Cubs, because Kent Mercker, Moises Alou, and Dusty Baker all had problems with Chip and Steve’s honesty about how poorly the Cubs had played despite their 89 wins. Steve’s saying “This was a team that should’ve won the Wild Card by twelve games, but because Dusty didn’t have control over his team, that didn’t happen” pissed off Dusty and the players, thus forcing Steve to decline a contract extension after 21 years with the club and Chip Caray shown the door. Saddest thing is, they were right, and now we’re stuck with two ass-kissing broadcasters until 2012.
Sammy Sosa also decided to arrive to the ballpark five minutes before game-time, thus forcing Dusty to start Jason Dubois (who homered in the game) in right field instead of Sammy. Sosa was fined a large sum of money by the team and eventually traded to the Baltimore Orioles in January 2005. It was the most bitter tasting Cubs victory I could remember, and may attribute as to why I didn’t pay much attention to the 2005 Cubs, probably from my utter disgust.
And now, for the good moments!
#20 – September 1-4, 2003 vs. St. Louis Cardinals
Where I was: I had just recently started sixth grade, so outside of the Labor Day off-day I had on September 1, I spent the majority of the time either watching the night games or the conclusions of day games after returning home from school.
What happened: This was a tremendously important series for the Cubs, because it was a rat race between the Cubs, Cardinals, and Houston Astros for first in the NL Central. Due to a rain out that May, a double-header was scheduled for September, making this a five game series. Cubs won the first game of the series 7-0, with assistance from a solo homer by Eric Karros. The next day was the day of the double-header. Game 1 was a 15-inning thriller ending with a Sammy Sosa walk-off, two-run shot against former Cub long-reliever Jeff Fassero. The second game was a St. Louis victory, but the Cubs got gypped. Moises Alou lined a double down the line kicking up the chalk dust, but the umpire signaled it foul, resulting in his ejection. Journalists GRILLED the ump for missing the chalk in the air, because if the ball hits the line, it’s a fair ball. The Cubs fell 2-0 despite a phenomenal start by Kerry Wood.
That road block didn’t stop the Cubs. The fourth game of the series set off more fireworks, as the Cubs came back from a 7-3 deficit going into the bottom of the seventh before heroics from Alex Gonzalez and Mark Grudzielanek helped the Cubs to a five run rally in the last two innings to help the Cubs win 8-7. In the fifth and final game, there was a lot of flip-flopping with the lead, before the Cubs eventually took control in the bottom of the seventh following a Tony Womack RBI single, leading them to a 7-6 victory.
The Cubs taking four of five from St. Louis effectively ended their season, and kept the Cubs’ season alive. Perhaps the biggest series and most exciting series (outside of Milwaukee in September ’98) I’ve seen in my life. I may put multiple games down the list, but I put this series at #20 because five games is a bit much and thus an unfair advantage over other games. Perhaps the most important series the Cubs have ever played in my lifetime.
#19 – May 9, 2004 vs. Colorado Rockies (W 5-4)
Where I was: I remember this day tremendously. It was Mother’s Day 2004, and we were set to go to a family brunch with my grandma, grandpa, and uncle at Willowbrook. My grandpa kept hustling out to the car to figure out what the score was. I remember the sixth inning interview on WGN 720 with Jeff Garlin (who sang the seventh inning stretch that day) being one of the funniest things I ever heard on a Cubs game. We were in and out, whether it be the restaurant, or their house, or my house, and each time we tuned in, something different was happening.
What happened: It was a warm day at Wrigley Field. The Cubs started early with a lead-off home run by recently called up second baseman Damian Jackson (who only played a few games) in the bottom of the first. Runs were scattered here and there, and three rain delays and assorted runs here and there, the game was taken to the tenth inning tied 3-3. Closer Joe Borowski came in to fill a void from the pen and quickly surrendered a homer to Todd Helton, putting the Rockies ahead 4-3.
My grandpa’s “You never know until the last man is out” saying never held more true, because with two outs, Aramis Ramirez crushed a homer over the left-center field wall into the street, tying it again 4-4. The Cubs eventually won in the bottom of the twelfth on a double by Corey Patterson. The back-and-forth of the game was definitely a memorable one, and the perseverance of the Cubs was respectable.
#18 – July 31, 1999 vs. New York Mets (W 17-10)
Where I was: This was one of the hottest days I’d ever experienced in my life, which was a hot topic during the Cubs game, both on TV and the radio (and a nice memory to have, got me a free coffee at Dunkin Donuts on a trivia question!). The day of the trading deadline and, let’s face it, the Cubs were done that season, so nobody expected the Cubs to do anything. I spent most of the day either at my grandpa’s or on the road with him.
What happened: It was one of those high-scoring games you just don’t forget. The Cubs struck starter Octavio Dotel (yes, he actually started!) for seven runs in the first inning, led by a Gary Gaetti grand slam. After three Met runs in the top of the second thanks to a Robin Ventura home run, the Cubs would score two more against Dotel in the second thanks to a Sammy Sosa two-run blast before Mets skipper Bobby Valentine decided to pull his starter. With a 9-3 lead, the Cubs should be comfortable, yes? No!
The Mets would score six more runs by the fifth inning thanks to another Ventura home run against Cubs starter Jon Lieber, tying the game 9-9. But this awful Cubs club was resilient, and they proved it in this game. The Cubs would go on to score eight more runs compared to just one by the Mets, led by homers by Jose Hernandez and Sosa, thus resulting in a 17-10 Cubs victory.
#17 – March 29, 2000 at New York Mets (W 5-3)
Where I was: The Cubs and Mets were the first American baseball teams to play baseball in Tokyo, Japan. This was their opening series of the regular season, and the Cubs had a new look with manager Don Baylor and players like Eric Young, Damon Buford, Joe Girardi, and Willie Greene. Because the games were in Japan, they started at four in the morning here, as it was the evening there. My mother would wake my eight year old self up at five to watch the games (I would tape them so I could reflect later, SO glad I did). I’d play Pokemon Yellow while eating breakfast and watching the Cubs game. What a way to start the day!
What happened: Amidst all this excitement, there was baseball to be played. This game is important because the Cubs made an early statement in a foreign land, which was important for the team. The Cubs struck early with an RBI single by Damon Buford, but by the third the Mets would tie it up. After the Cubs took a 2-1 lead in the fifth, it was a story of the long-ball. Shane Andrews hammered a two run jack off Dennis Cook making it a 4-1 game in the seventh, and in the eighth Mark Grace slapped a solo homer off Rich Rodriguez. The Mets would not go down quietly, however, because Big Mike Piazza simply destroyed a two run homer off the just horrendous Cubs reliever Brian Williams. But, Rick Aguilera would shut down the Mets in the ninth and the Cubs won opening day in Japan against the future NL Champions. Thought it wasn’t something for fans to get used to, as they’d only win 64 more and lose about 97 before all was said and done.
#16 – October 6, 2001 vs. Pittsburgh Pirates (W 13-2)
Where I was: It was a lazy Saturday on the last weekend of the season (extended due to the 9/11 attacks). The Cubs, who were contenders most of the season, lost their Wild Card spot on October 2, so didn’t have much to play for. Little did we know, after this tremendously fun game, Arne Harris, the Cubs’ camera director who was loved by so many fans, players, and broadcasters for 40+ years, would die later that evening, setting a very dark, somber mood on what I’d like to call “Black Sunday.” Though it wasn’t official, I consider this game to be the last game of the wonderful 2001 season.
What happened: The Cubs attacked early and attacked very, very often. They scored three runs in the first courtesy of a Roosevelt Brown homer driving in all three off Pittsburgh starter Tony McKnight. It didn’t stop there, however. Sammy Sosa would come up with an inside the park homer in the third, his 63rd of the season and easily capping off the greatest offensive season by an individual in Cubs history (yes, he hit 66 in 1998, but overall, with average and RBIs, 2001 was his best season). Fred McGriff would follow with another homer, going back-to-back with Sammy. One of the evening’s surprises was inconsistent starter Julian Tavarez, who only allowed one hit in 7 1/3 innings, and didn’t allow that hit until the seventh inning. The Cubs touched up the Pirate bullpen for six runs in the eighth (thanks to another three-run homer by Roosevelt Brown, giving him seven RBIs on the game).
This game is here in the memory of Arne Harris’ last game with us and the Chicago Cubs. RIP Arne.
#15 – May 16, 1996 vs. Houston Astros (W 13-1)
Where I was: Sleeping over at my grandfather’s. It’s such an old game I really don’t have much of a memory behind this one.
What happened: It was Amaury Telemaco’s first career start, a name a lot of Cubs fans (including myself) seem to remember for absolutely no reason whatsoever. The Cubs attacked early on a Leo Gomez three-run homer off Doug Drabek in the second inning, and the Cubs would score two more runs in the third to go up 5-0. Fast-forward to the seventh inning. Sammy Sosa hit a solo homer off Jeff Tabaka to lead off the inning, followed shortly by Scott Servais jacking a two-run blast off Tabaka leading to his departure. After a few assorted runs, Sosa homered again that same inning, this time a two-run shot off Jim Dougherty. This eight-run seventh inning resulted in a 13-0 Cubs lead, eventually leading to a 13-1 Cubs win.
#14 – June 10, 2005 vs. Boston Red Sox (W 14-6)
Where I was: Hmm, I was there! One of the few times I’ll take a game I was at and incorporate it in a list like this. The atmosphere was rabid, and rightfully so. Cubs vs. Red Sox, an ol’ school baseball match-up, the 2004 defending world champs vs. the…Cubs (haha). The histories of these two franchises colliding against each other was definitely worth the price of admission, and what a great day for a baseball game!
What happened: Lucky for me, I got to catch a Greg Maddux start, against the BoSox starter Bronsan Arroyo. The Cubs weren’t intimidated by the Red Sox, and thanks to homers by Todd Hollandsworth and Jeromy Burnitz, the Cubs were ahead 3-0 by the second inning. The Cubs scored four more in the bottom of the third and led 7-1 by the top of the sixth. David Ortiz homered off Maddux, but the Cubs immediately answered back in the bottom half of the inning with another homer by Burnitz and a surprising home run by Maddux himself. So the Cubs led 11-2. Despite a rough end with Cliff Bartosh allowing homers to Ortiz and ex-Cub Mark Bellhorn in the top of the ninth, the Cubs would pull out a 14-6 victory, a huge win for the Cubs beating the defending world champs.
#13 – June 7, 2003 vs. New York Yankees (W 5-2)
Where I was: Ahh, this one was special. I watched up to about the fifth inning at my house, and listened to the rest of the game on the radio. This was the first Saturday of my summer vacation and there was no better way to start it than a marquee match-up between the red-hot Cubs and Yankees on national television.
What happened: It was the pitching match-up of the year, Roger Clemens (searching for career win number 300) vs. Kerry Wood, the past vs. the future. First we saw an eerie collision between Wood and first baseman Hee Seop Choi, stopping the game for twenty minutes and Choi lying on the first base line, not moving, unconscious for about ten minutes before being carted off (his career was never the same again). The promotion of said pitching match-up delivered, with the Yankees striking first in the fifth inning courtesy of a Hideki Matsui homer against Wood. There was a combined sixteen strikeouts between both starters, until Clemens was pulled after allowing a hit to Sammy Sosa and walking Moises Alou in the bottom of the seventh, and Juan Acevedo was put in to pitch. Immediately after coming in, Eric Karros (Choi’s replacement at first) slapped a three run shot into the left-field stands giving the Cubs the lead, and thus breaking Clemens’ fourth attempt at 300. I’ll never forget borrowing my mother’s radio while we were in the Home Depot and going nuts after he hit that homer, one of my most memorable Cub moments. The Cubs would score two more runs, and eventually win the game 5-2.
#12 – June 29, 2007 vs. Milwaukee Brewers (W 6-5)
Where I was: At home, it was a lazy Friday afternoon over my summer break, and the Cubs were surging, just one game away from a .500 record of 39-39. The Cubs had a six game winning streak coming in, sweeping both the White Sox and Rockies in that order, helping them substantially in the standings. Many consider this to be the best game of the last ten years, clearly, I don’t. But this was a big deal.
What happened: It wasn’t a good start. Rich Hill immediately gave up a three-run homer in the first against Kevin Mench, and with a couple of assorted runs, the division-leading Brewers were ahead 5-0 early. But the Cubs weren’t going down easy. By the ninth inning and RBIs from Cliff Floyd and Mike Fontenot, the Cubs were trailing 5-3 in the ninth. The Cubs touched up closer Francisco Cordero early that inning, and a Derrek Lee RBI drew the score within just one run. Aramis Ramirez was up, and with the Cubs recent luck, you had the feeling that SOMETHING would happen. Well, it did, and resulted in what could be one of the more memorable homers in the past ten years. Ramirez hit a two-run game winner, defeating the Mighty Milwaukee Brewers 6-5.
#11 – April 16, 2004 vs. Cincinnati Reds (W 11-10)
Where I was: My grandpa always picked up my sister and I from school when we went to St. Dans, so I watched the first half of the game by him, and the other half at home. This was a very interesting game, one of those back-and-forth games that’s always exciting until the very end.
What happened: This was possibly the most unusual back-and-forth game I can remember. Started off poorly for the Cubs, with starter Sergio Mitre loading the bases and surrendering two runs early to the Reds. The Cubs answered quickly, however, doing the same against then-rookie Aaron Harang. The Reds would score two more in the top of the third, only to be answered again by the Cubs via back-to-back homers from Moises Alou and Aramis Ramirez. The game was quiet until the top of the sixth, when Mitre was pulled for Michael Wuertz. In only a third of an inning, he managed to walk a guy, give up a two-run homer to D’Angelo Jimenez (only 36 career homers in eight seasons), a massive two-run home run to Ken Griffey Jr. (which he just destroyed), and another run on a double. So, in the blink of an eye, Wuertz surrenders five in only a third, making the score 9-4 Reds. The Cubs, being resilient, scored one in the bottom of the inning, and proved they weren’t out just yet.
Master of the Double Switch Dusty Baker made a mistake in the seventh inning, apparently not penciling Ramon Martinez’s pinch hit appearance in the #9 slot. Martinez doubled, which was taken back, leading to a tirade perhaps more intense than Lou Piniella’s famous June 2, 2007 tirade. Dusty was ejected, but this clearly fired up the Cubs. They scored two runs off doubles by Ramirez and Alou and now were only down 9-7. Kyle Farnsworth in typical fashion decides to make it even further out of reach, giving up a big solo homer to Wily Mo Pena. The Cubs bounced back again, though, with Todd Hollandsworth hitting a two run homer to right making the score 10-9. In the bottom of the ninth, the Cubs had one last chance. Sammy Sosa hit a solo home run (his 512th as a Cub, tying Ernie Banks’ all-time team record), followed by a Moises Alou homer. The only time I ever remember the Cubs going back-to-back to win a ballgame. Immediately, my phone rang, and my grandfather pretty much shouted “Were you watching the game? Incredible, huh!?”
#10 – June 25, 2007 vs. Colorado Rockies (W 10-9)
Where I was: Initially I was heading home from my uncle’s place, listening to the beginning of the game on the radio (and being subsequently caught behind a train for a half hour). When I returned home, I simply sat down with the family and just watched the game.
What happened: The Rockies touched up Jason Marquis early on, scoring a run in the first. That didn’t stop the Cubs from hitting Jeff Francis harder in the bottom of the inning, off an RBI single from Mark DeRosa and three-run homer from Angel Pagan. The Cubs scored extra runs in the third and fifth innings, before Colorado answered back with two in the top of the sixth. Most runs were being scored off slap base hits, doubles, or careless base runners from walks. The Cubs scored more runs in the bottom of the sixth and bottom of the eighth, taking an 8-3 lead by the ninth. Scott Eyre came into pitch, who successfully walked two and allowed three hits, driving in three runs for the Rox. Just like that, it’s an 8-6 ballgame. Enter Home Run Howry to save the day, which didn’t happen. He too allowed three hits including a three-run homer to Troy Tulowitzki, and just like that, the Rockies now had a 9-8 lead. One fan was so angry he jumped out of his seat and charged Howry on the hill!
Everyone in the family retired off to bed, as the game was a lost cause. Being the fool I am, I wanted to watch the end, and I’m very glad I did. Mike Fontenot started the inning with a hit (who went 5-5 that day), followed by hits from Theriot, DeRosa, and Koyie Hill. The Cubs had driven in a run with those at-bats, tying the score 9-9. Brian Fuentes, one of the most reliable closers in the game, allowed a single up the middle to Alfonso Soriano with Hill scoring from third. My mom ran down the stairs and asked “Did you see that!?” I sure did, Cubs win 10-9.
#9 – May 30, 2008 vs. Colorado Rockies (W 10-9)
Where I was: First of all, what are the odds of having two 10-9 scores next to each other on this list, in sequential order by season, against the same team? Funny thing is, both were two totally different games. It was the second day of my summer break, and it started off with a rain delay, so I didn’t miss anything by sleeping in. I watched it on my computer, stopped for awhile, checked back in and decided to stick with it. I’m glad I did.
What happened: Ted Lilly had one of his “bad” starts (those who know Lilly know he’s VERY dominant when he’s good, and absolutely horrendous when he’s bad). Lilly didn’t even manage to go a complete three innings, allowing seven runs in those innings, including a two run homer to Todd Helton in the first and a three run shot by Chris Ianetta in the third. The Cubs scored one in the bottom of the third, but Colorado struck again, with Ryan Spilbourghs hitting a homer off pitching replacement Jon Lieber in the fourth, and another run scored in the top of the fifth. Colorado was winning 9-1, and most teams by this point would’ve given up (and Lou Piniella almost did, pulling Soto from behind the plate and Lee from first base).
But the one special thing about the 2008 Cubs was their resiliency (except in the playoffs). The Cubs scored three runs in the bottom of the sixth courtesy of homers by Kosuke Fukudome and Jim Edmonds (which officially endeared himself to Cubs fans), but that wasn’t even the start of the fun. Micah Hoffpauir started the seventh with a double off Aaron Cook, only to be followed by a Henry Blanco home run. Colorado’s unreliable closer Manny Corpas came in and only made things worse, giving up doubles to Fukudome and Edmonds, and suddenly, the score was 9-8 Colorado. Mark DeRosa stepped up and smashed a two-run homer to left field, and just like that, the Cubs had a 10-9 lead. Perhaps the most remarkable comeback I’ve ever seen in a Cubs game (though #8 gives this a huge run for its money), and Blackhawks legend Bobby Hull was loving every minute of it (he was the seventh inning stretch conductor). The Cubs bullpen held it down and won by a 10-9 score.
#8 – September 18, 2008 vs. Milwaukee Brewers (W 7-6)
Where I was: The Cubs had two remarkable comeback games in 2008, and if I could place them in a tie, I would. Just because this is ranked ahead doesn’t mean it was better, you just can’t place them in a tie because they were so different from each other. This was the day of the homecoming parade at school, an event I desperately wanted to avoid, especially with the Cubs so close to clinching the division and the game starting at 1:20 (Parade or game? Dumb question). So I had Subway, and when I returned home, I promptly turned on the game. My mom surprisingly got off work that day so we watched the game together, even when it looked its worst.
What happened: The Cubs were playing the rival Milwaukee Brewers, who pretty much no longer provided a threat to the team’s progress in advancing to the postseason. The game started off roughly, with a near 40-pitch first inning from starter Rich Harden, walking a number of guys, and Mark DeRosa’s error at second base didn’t necessarily help. Luckily, the Brew Crew only ran away with one run that inning. The Cubs fought back early, with a Jim Edmonds home run in the second to tie it up. The Cubs did eventually manage to take a lead, with Aramis Ramirez homering in the fourth to put them ahead by one. But it went downhill from there for the Cubs, very quickly. Harden was pulled in the sixth, and Jeff Samardzija was put in there which proved to be a big mistake by the Cubs coaching staff. He allowed four runs, mostly on walks and slap singles, and the Brewers were suddenly up 6-2. Nobody-pitcher Randy Wells came in and shut the Brewers down, but it seemed bleak for the Cubs for the majority of the game.
However, this is another display of the team’s startling resiliency. Ryan Theriot and Derrek Lee were two quick outs in the bottom of the ninth. But Ramirez attempted to start a rally with a lead-off double, which was followed up by a Jim Edmonds RBI single, making it a 6-3 game. Mark DeRosa quickly followed with a single, moving Edmonds to third. Up stepped Geovany Soto, future National League Rookie of the Year. First pitch from Brewers closer Solomon Torres was just crushed over the left field wall for a three-run homer, and in the blink of an eye, the Cubs tied the game with two outs in the bottom of the ninth. That’s about as clutch as it gets.
So we move on into extra innings, with Carlos Marmol and Seth McClung respectively mowing down their opposition. The Brewers scared the Cubs briefly against Kerry Wood, but brilliant defensive alignments halted their progress. In the bottom of the eleventh, Jim Edmonds was thrown out in the middle of an at-bat for arguing balls and strikes, a huge lapse in judgment by home plate ump Ed Rapuano if you ask me (the ball was six inches off the plate!). Felix Pie stood in for the at-bat and coaxed a walk, but that was meaningless as the Cubs couldn’t string anything together. The Cubs started fighting in the bottom of the twelfth, with Reed Johnson drawing a walk and Jason Marquis pinch running for him. Soriano drew a walk as well, and heads up base-running by both put them at second and third with two outs (Soriano’s run didn’t matter, but heads up either way). Derrek Lee fought in his at-bat, after going 0-5 for the day, and quickly slapped a single into center to drive in Marquis and help the Cubs to a 7-6 victory. Now, homecoming parade or Cubs game, I ask you? (hah)
#7 – September 21, 1997 vs. Philadelphia Phillies (W 11-3)
Where I was: Ahh, the early-late ‘90s, where on every Sunday my mother, sister and I would head over to the grandparents’ place for lunch/dinner. My grandpa, uncle and I would watch a Cubs game while my sister, grandma, and mother would stay in the kitchen, probably watching the Cubs game as well whenever they weren’t doing anything. This wasn’t your typical Sunday afternoon baseball game, though. The horrendous 1997 Chicago Cubs were playing their last home game of the year, capping off a then-66-90 season in grand style against the Phils. Not to mention, it would be (my personal favorite baseball player ever) Ryne Sandberg’s last ever game with the Chicago Cubs. We didn’t know it until February 1998, but it would also be Harry Caray’s last home broadcast before passing on.
What happened: Who knew the Cubs would attack so vehemently on a guy like Curt Schilling so early on? Sandberg started the game appropriately with a double, driven in by Mark Grace putting the Cubs up 1-0. Starter Kevin Tapani allowed his first run a half-inning later, giving up an RBI single to Tony Barron, tying the game. The game would be scoreless until the bottom of the fifth, when the Cubs exploded for five runs courtesy of two-run homers from Lance Johnson and Mark Grace, as well as a solo shot from Dave Hansen. Schilling was pulled and the Cubs were up 6-1. Tapani allowed an RBI double to Rico Brogna in the sixth, which would be the only other run he surrendered. The Cubs struck again in the seventh, with Jose Hernandez slapping a three-run shot off Ryan Karp to put the Cubs up 9-2. After scoring two more in the bottom of the eighth going up 11-2, and Rodney Myers giving up one more run to Philly in the top of the ninth, the Cubs won 11-3 in exciting blowout fashion.
This game is very important, as it signals the end to the career of one of the Cubs’ greatest players and the final broadcast of one of baseball’s greatest voices. Hearing Harry sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame now, knowing just what was going to happen five months later, is almost eerie, but in another sense tear-jerking knowing it would be the last time we’d ever hear it. RIP Harry Caray, we sure miss you down here!
#6 – August 7, 2004 at San Francisco Giants (W 8-4)
Where I was: The last thing I was going to do was miss this game. Greg Maddux (my favorite pitcher in the history of baseball) was aiming for his 300th victory that afternoon, a feat accomplished by only a handful of others in baseball’s illustrious history. He attempted to get the win the prior Sunday against the Phillies, a game the Cubs won but didn’t draw a lead until after Maddux was pulled, giving him a no-decision. I turned on the game on my awful, big-screen Zenith TV in the living room and didn’t have to force the family to watch the game, since they were too busy preparing for us to move in a week. We headed to dinner around five that day (early by our standards), and I was listening to the game on the radio there, and watched it over the corner of our booth at Max and Erma’s to see history made. I didn’t miss a second of this one, and I’m very happy about that.
What happened: At first it didn’t even seem like the Cubs wanted to get the win for Maddux, with the offense slumping and Maddux clearly struggling to find a groove. The Giants went up 3-0 by the third inning, with RBI doubles by A.J. Pierzynski and Edgardo Alfonso, and an RBI triple from Ray Durham. But the Cubs were ready to come back, and with big RBI doubles by Aramis Ramirez and Todd Walker, the Cubs took a 4-3 lead by the fifth, and a Corey Patterson two-run blast in the top of the sixth put them up 6-3, giving Maddux a decent lead.
But Maddux ran into some trouble, allowing an RBI single to Deivi Cruz without the ability to retire a hitter to cut the lead to two, and Dusty Baker figured it was time to pull his starter. Could the Cubs’ generally-inconsistent bullpen hold down the fort? Looks like it. The Giants were kept silent by John Leicester, Kent Mercker, Mike Remlinger, Kyle Farnsworth, and LaTroy Hawkins, and were even given a little extra insurance in the top of the eighth on a two-run homer by Moises Alou. In the end, Hawkins was able to shut down the Giants in the ninth and the Cubs helped Greg Maddux to his 300th career win. The Giants fans even gave a standing ovation for the classy right-hander, proof that Maddux is a universal favorite amongst baseball fans and will happily go into the Hall as one of the most dominant, clean, and generous baseball players alive. I’m sure he’d disagree, as modest as he is, but there’s no doubt about it.
#5 – September 28, 1998 vs. San Francisco Giants (W 5-3)
Where I was: Ahh yes, the all-elusive 163rd game of the season, a game which happened only five other times before this one, all for the same purpose: to clinch a playoff spot. This game was HUGE for the Cubs, with this being only their second winning team since 1989 and the first playoff contender since then. It was the biggest event in Chicago at the time, got tremendous media coverage, and with Michael Jordan throwing out the first pitch (and giving Sammy Sosa a hug afterwards for his phenomenal season), every big name in Chicago was there, supporting their team. I was spending the night at my grandpa’s, and decided to stay up late to catch the conclusion of the game, and boy was I glad I did that!
What happened: The game was quiet for the most part, only noteworthy thing being Cubs starter Steve Trachsel taking a no-hitter into the seventh inning before it was finally broken up. The first runs proved to be HUGE, which was a two-run blast by late-season pickup Gary Gaetti over the left-field wall in the fifth inning, striking a massive blow to the pace the Giants had the Cubs at during the game (one could argue this was one of the biggest home runs in Cub history, for many factors). The Cubs knew they couldn’t stop there, as they piled on two more runs in the sixth, with Matt Mieske (subbing in for the injured Henry Rodriguez) slapping a two-run single into right.
The Cubs were up 4-0 for most of the game, and Mark Grace doubled off Giants closer Jose Mesa to add another insurance run putting them up 5-0. The game, however, wasn’t over, and the Giants made that very clear. Jim Riggleman proved he had absolutely no idea how to utilize a bullpen in the postseason, throwing Kevin Tapani out to pitch for no reason at all (he had just started the previous Friday). Well, Tapani proved he was out of place, giving up three hits and a two-run triple to J.T. Snow. Exit Tapani, enter Terry Mulholland. Yes, Mulholland was awesome in 1998, but he just started the previous day and had absolutely no business being out there again. He gave up a couple hits, which resulted in a run, making the score 5-3. Riggleman finally started to think clearly, pulling Mulholland to have reliable closer Rod Beck pitch the rest of the ninth, and he shut ‘em down instantly. Joe Carter popped out to Mark Grace (appropriately the only member of the 1989 team on the current roster), ending the game with a Cubs playoff berth. I’ll never forget the celebration, as it was the first Cub clincher of (currently) four I would see in my lifetime. It was a happy time to be a Cubs fan, and surely was fun while it lasted (no need to dwell on the awful postseason). A 163rd game is unique in its own way, and with the Cubs winning it makes it all the more important to Cub history.
#4 – September 14, 2008 at Houston Astros (W 5-0)
Where I was: Any Cubs fan reading this blog should understand the significance of this game as Carlos Zambrano’s no-hitter, so I won’t give too much of a background, other than the fact that while it was technically AT Houston, the game was still played at Milwaukee’s Miller Park (or Wrigley Field North based on the magnitude of Cub fans there) due to the dangers of Hurricane Ike and the time near the Texas area. So it was definitely a special game for that reason alone. I initially headed to my grandma’s for the day with the family, but we returned home just in time for the game. I pretty much spent the whole game on my couch in front of my Samsung, like I do for any Cub game these days.
What happened: The Cubs wasted no time jumping ahead, with Alfonso Soriano leading off the game with a solo home run, putting the Cubs up 1-0. Zambrano needed a good start, and after his first two innings he was cruising right along. The Cubs offense took advantage of the near-Wrigley scenery, with Derrek Lee and Geovany Soto getting clutch doubles helping the team to a four run third, putting them ahead 5-0. This score would remain consistent throughout the course of the game.
But the score wasn’t all that mattered in this game. Zambrano was cruising right along, walking just one guy and not allowing a hit yet. By the seventh inning, you start to think in the back of your mind “Wow, he’s pitching a no-hitter this late in the game!?” Of course you’d never say it, under the superstition that you’d jinx it. Well, by the ninth inning, the 23,000 fans who migrated from Chicago to see this game were on their feet, and ESPN interrupted the White Sox / Tigers game to broadcast this historic event. Zambrano got the first two out with ease, but then had to face the pesky Darin Erstad. Erstad took the count 3-2 and fought off a few pitches to keep the at-bat alive. Big Z threw a heavy slider that Erstad chucked at and just like that, Carlos Zambrano had pitched the first Cubs no-hitter since Milt Pappas in 1972. A moment I personally never thought I’d see in my lifetime had just occurred, and I think I actually shed some tears of happiness. It was a great game, and not only that, it shrunk the Cubs’ magic number to seven games, with a big series against the Milwaukee Brewers coming up later that week.
#3 – May 6, 1998 vs. Houston Astros (W 2-0)
Where I was: First, a little background. I found it easy to rank these pitching performances because, well, you see no-hitters every season, sometimes a couple times (like 2008). But when a guy can strike out 20 men in only his fifth major league start, that’s real dominance that we’ve seen only four times in baseball history. So naturally, this date is more significant than the one before it, though by no means is it meant to discredit how amazing Zambrano was against the ‘Stros last September, which is why it’s only fair to rank the games back-to-back.
Anywho, I was sick this day, so I took the day off from school. Whenever I did that, considering both my parents worked, I would be dropped off with my grandma and grandpa. My grandpa had to paint the kitchen that day, so I decided to watch the game in the kitchen as the rain poured down outside so I could talk to him and watch the game with him. One of the best days off I ever took in my life.
What happened: Kerry Wood, with a 5.79 ERA at the time facing easily one of the best offenses in baseball, wasted no time attacking the division rivals. He struck out the Killer B’s at the top (Biggio, Bell, Bagwell) with ease, and had his first three strikeouts immediately. Well, Astros pitcher Shane Reynolds was just as dominant, striking out the first three Cubs he saw. Wood came into the second inning and struck out the side again, while Reynolds didn’t have the same luck. Mark Grace started the inning off with a double, which set the table for an RBI single from Henry Rodriguez, putting the Cubs up 1-0.
Wood continued to cruise, striking out ten by the fourth inning. He allowed a single to future Cub Ricky Gutierrez, though I disagree with the call to this day (as would my grandfather if he were still with us). It’s not Wood’s fault Kevin Orie misplayed that ball and bobbled it. Had it been ruled an error, Wood would’ve had a no-hitter. Either way, around the tenth strikeout, I remember I’d tell my grandpa “Wow, he struck out another!” before he finally set down the paint roller to watch the game (he had a better understanding of how special this was than I did). We watched him, strikeout after strikeout, in amazement of just how dominating he was. The Cubs offense, which was mostly quiet during the game, struck again in the eighth with a Jose Hernandez RBI single, giving Wood some insurance. Well, Riggleman tossed his 20 year old starter out in the ninth there with 18 strikeouts, and Wood seamlessly struck out two more (one to end the game), proving to be one of the most dominating pitching performances in the history of baseball. Cubs win 2-0. Funny how both dominating pitching performances came against the Houston Astros. Suck on that, Drayton McLayne.
#2 –September 27, 2003 vs. Pittsburgh Pirates (W 4-2, 7-2)
Where I was: This is one date, but it was a double-header. I went back and forth multiple times deciding whether to put just the last game or both, but I figured since it’s so high on the list, I’d do both. The Cubs’ magic number to clinch a division title for the first time since 1989 was three going into the day, and with a double-header against the struggling Pirates, things were looking up for the Cubs, and the fans were very optimistic.
For the first game, I was at my grandparents’, watching the game with my grandpa, keeping track of everything going on with the division rival Houston Astros (who needed to lose that afternoon). For the second game, we returned home on that dark, gloomy early-Fall Saturday evening, which was a very relaxing experience, despite the tension surrounding the game.
What happened: Wrigley Field was louder than I’d ever heard it before (even louder than the 1998 Wild Card game), and the fans were scoreboard watching all afternoon. With Mark Prior (17-6 at the time) starting, fans were very comfortable with the first game, and they had every reason to be. The game was a pitching duel between Prior and Pittsburgh starter Josh Fogg until the fourth inning, when Prior allowed a solo homer to Pirates power-hitter Craig Wilson. This happened to be the inning where the Brewers put up a few runs against the Astros, and when the scoreboard changed in center field at the end of the inning in that game, our game paused to let the fans exert their fanatic energy. The place went bonkers (for lack of a better term), and clearly helped give the Cubs momentum.
In the bottom of the fourth, Fogg loaded the bases and allowed RBI singles to Aramis Ramirez and Moises Alou (who had a scary knee-to-head collision at second base, but remained in the game), giving the fans more to cheer about putting them up 2-1. It didn’t end there for the Cubs, though, with quiet-catcher Damian Miller leading off the fifth inning with a solo homer to right field. Fogg would again let runners on, and gave up an RBI walk to Sammy Sosa, putting the Cubs up 4-1. The game, for the most part, remained quiet (outside of Pittsburgh’s other run in the sixth), until the ninth. Wrigley erupted and the team delivered, with Joe Borowski shutting the Pirates down with the two men on for most of the inning (a homer would’ve tied the game). But a pop-out to Mark Grudzielanek ended Game 1, and with the Astros eventually losing, the Cubs’ magic number was now one.
So, Dusty Baker had faith to send out the same lineup for the night-cap (subbing Alex Gonzalez with Ramon Martinez, Damian Miller with Paul Bako, and Randall Simon with Eric Karros). The Cubs made the Wrigley faithful proud early on, with Sammy Sosa slapping a solo homer in the bottom of the first to dead-center field, giving the Cubs and starter Matt Clement a very early lead. This wouldn’t be the end of the scoring, however. The Cubs began a romp in the bottom of the second, with hits from just about everyone in the lineup and RBIs from Ramon Martinez, Paul Bako, and Mark Grudzielanek, putting the Cubs up 6-0 giving the 40,121 fans in attendance faith that this was the day the Cubs would end the magical 2003 season on the highest note possible.
Matt Clement made one of the finest starts in his career, shutting down Pittsburgh with just one earned run in seven and two thirds innings. The game was quiet for the most part, outside RBIs from Abraham Nunez giving Pittsburgh two runs in the top of the eighth. Of course, the Cubs decided to answer that (even though they didn’t need to) with Moises Alou hitting a solo homer over the wall in left-center field, putting the Cubs up 7-2. Dave Veres came in, and albeit running into trouble, ex-Cub Jose Hernandez grounded into a double play to end the game, giving the Cubs a Central Division title. The only time I can honestly recall crying in a baseball game, because after such an extreme uphill climb, the Cubs FINALLY made it where they needed to. It was an excellent double-header, and in a sense, was the first of many seasons to display this current Cubs era of dominance (four winning seasons in six years, three playoff appearances). Because this win left such a positive impact on Cubs teams in years to come, there’s absolutely no reason this game shouldn’t be #2. If you can give me a legitimate one, I’ll give you $50.
#1 – September 12/13, 1998 vs. Milwaukee Brewers (W 15-12, 11-10)
Where I was: Let me preface this by saying, no matter how phenomenal that 2003 clincher was, it’s still WAY behind these two games for the #1 spot. Records were broken, the scores were abnormally high, and above all, they inched the Cubs closer and closer to where they needed to be in order to get into the postseason, as these were must win games. For the first game, I was essentially just lazing around the house, playing video games most of the day until the 3:00 start, before I rushed into the living room to watch the game with the family. For the second game, it was another traditional Sunday at Grandma’s for dinner and a Cubs game.
What happened: The Cubs lost the first game of the three-game weekend set against Milwaukee 13-11, with Milwaukee going on an early tear and sticking to it (not to mention exposing Don Wengert as a weak starter in the majors). After that devastating loss, the Cubs still had to fight, so they went into Saturday with Mike Morgan taking the hill. It was a nice start for the Cubs, scoring two very early in the second inning. But it was all down-hill from there. Morgan allowed eight runs in the third before even being taken out, courtesy of Jeromy Burnitz, Geoff Jenkins, and Bobby Hughes. The Brewers eventually scored two more in the top of the fifth, going ahead 10-2. Normally, this would be a reason to panic, but for these Cubs, it was just another reason to fight.
The Cubs began to stage a comeback in the bottom of the fifth, with Jose Hernandez slapping his 22nd homer of the season off Milwaukee starter Rafael Roque. The Cubs got two more in the next inning off a two run blast by Gary Gaetti, his 17th of the year. Milwaukee put up two more in the top of the seventh, going up 12-5, but the Cubs were by no means done scoring yet. Sammy Sosa, still in the home run race with Mark McGwire, hit his 60th of the year, a three-run liner tugging the foul line, trimming the deficit to four. Immediately after, Glenallen Hill hit his sixth of the year going back-to-back with Sosa and making it a three-run ballgame.
The bottom of the eighth came around with Tyler Houston coming up for Scott Servais, who replaced him earlier in the game. Houston homered making it a 12-10 ballgame. In the bottom of the ninth, the Cubs scored one on a Mickey Morandini RBI single, which eventually loaded the bases. Orlando Merced, who was signed by the Cubs mid-season but didn’t live up to expectation, stepped in at the pitcher’s spot to pinch-hit. After battling some pitches off, Merced cracked a deep drive to left-center field which went out for a walk-off grand slam. The Cubs won a seemingly unwinnable game by a final of 15-12.
Sunday came around and already it was one of the highest scoring series’ of the season (51 runs between both teams in two games). All eyes were on Sammy Sosa as he was only two homers away from breaking Roger Maris’ single-season home run record and catching up with his rival Mark McGwire. But not only that, the Cubs were constantly inching closer and closer to a Wild Card berth, and needed any win they could get.
Milwaukee jumped ahead quickly with a solo homer by Mark Loretta in the first inning. Fernando Vina hit an RBI double in the third that put Milwaukee ahead 2-0. The Cubs were ready, though, and once they figured out Brad Woodall, they attacked with six runs in the bottom of the third, courtesy of doubles by Steve Trachsel and Mark Grace, as well as RBI singles by Gary Gaetti and Glenallen Hill. In an instant, the Cubs were up 6-2.
After a solo homer by Jeromy Burnitz in the top of the fourth, the Cubs struck with two more in the bottom of the fifth, this time courtesy of Sammy Sosa’s 61st home run of the season, a colossal 480 foot blast to left. With an 8-3 lead, the game seemed to be in the books, but if we learned anything from the first two games of the series, it certainly wasn’t over yet. Jeff Cirillo hit a solo shot in the top of the sixth to narrow the deficit to four. Trachsel allowed his last solo shot in the seventh against Bobby Hughes, bringing Milwaukee yet another run closer. Trachsel was pulled in favor of Terry Mulholland who, while he very rarely screwed up in the course of the year, didn’t get the job done. Mulholland allowed four more runs which put Milwaukee ahead by one, and his replacement, Chris Haney, allowed one more on another homer to Jeff Cirillo in the ninth inning putting them ahead 10-8.
The bottom of the ninth came and it was crunch time for the Cubs again. After Mark Grace was retired, Sammy Sosa was up again and on a 2-2 count, pummeled #62 on another massive 480 foot blast to left field. The fans went absolutely insane, because not only did their beloved Sammy Sosa tie one of the most heralded records in all of baseball, but the Cubs were now only down by one in the ninth with only one out. Henry Rodriguez, who had a knee injury but was put in because the bench was short-handed, pinch-hit and doubled to right-center field, limping into second base before being pulled for pinch-runner Jason Maxwell. Just when you thought late-season pick-up Gary Gaetti could do it all, well, he did more, and drove in Maxwell on an RBI single, tying the game at ten. I never heard Wrigley Field louder than it was at that very moment. The game went to extra innings.
Rod Beck came in for the tenth inning and promptly shut down the Brewers in order, striking out two of them. The top of the order was due up for the Cubs in the bottom of the tenth, with Lance Johnson and Jose Hernandez going down quickly. The fans were excited, because if Mark Grace could get on, Sammy Sosa very well could’ve gone after home run #63, going ahead of Mark McGwire for the first time all season. Grace didn’t give him that chance, as he crushed a solo homer over the right field fence that won the game for the Cubs, appropriately enough on Gracie the Swan Beanie Babie day, no less. I remember being in the drive-through at Burger King with my mom and sister listening on the radio, flipping out in the car after he hit that game-winner. It was a very special game for me as a fan, and a very important one for the Cubs to win.
That was a spectacular series for the Cubs, and both teams scored a combined 72 runs in three games (the most I’d ever seen associated with the Cubs). Steve Stone said it best before the Sunday game, “Friday, Jim Riggleman felt like he was losing his best friend. Early in yesterday’s game, he felt like his friend had passed on. By the end of yesterday, he felt like someone bought him a new dog.” As silly as that is, it’s a great analogy, and an understandable one. A huge part of me wishes he still had the September 12th game on VHS, but at least I could salvage the September 13th game.
That’s that, Cubs fans. Initially I was going to make a list of five games that weren’t important enough for the list above, but I hold dear to me anyway. Well, I didn’t realize it was going to be this long, either! All I can say is, I’m sure this list will expand after this upcoming season, but we won’t know until it’s all said and done.
Pitchers and catchers report to Mesa, Arizona next Friday, and I couldn’t be more excited! Later all!
-Zach
The Cubs Convention was a couple weekends ago, which for me, calls for the beginning of the 2009 baseball season! In this period between the Convention and pitchers and catchers reporting to Mesa, Arizona on February 13, I figured I’d give one of my traditional “filler blogs” to fill the void.
Background on this, this 2009 season will be my 14th season as a Chicago Cubs fan (1996-Present), and I’ve seen a ton of spectacular games (as well as heartbreaking ones) in that period of time. A lot of them stick around in my memory, and I even have some of them in my DVD / VHS archive! It’s been a fantastic fourteen years so far, and I figured I’d share some of those memories with you.
So, clearly by the title, I will be ranking my Top 20 favorite Cubs games, and I will divide each description into two parts: Where I was and what I was doing throughout the course of the game, and what actually happened in the game thus allowing it to be on this list. Unlike my usual “ranked” blogs, I’m going to count down on this from twenty to one, just to try something a bit different. You all get the idea, but first, so we don’t end the blog on a bad note, I’m going to list the worst Cubs game I’ve ever witnessed in my fourteen years.
October 3, 2004 vs. Atlanta Braves (W 10-8)
Where I was: It was the final game of the season, so as you can imagine, it was a lazy Sunday just watching baseball. Not much of a background to this one, honestly.
What happened: The Cubs actually pulled off a 10-8 victory in the nine inning ballgame, great offensive performances by Moises Alou, Aramis Ramirez, and Mark Grudzielanek. The problem? Any Cubs fan aware of the 2004 season knows that this was Chip Caray and Steve Stone’s last season with the Cubs, because Kent Mercker, Moises Alou, and Dusty Baker all had problems with Chip and Steve’s honesty about how poorly the Cubs had played despite their 89 wins. Steve’s saying “This was a team that should’ve won the Wild Card by twelve games, but because Dusty didn’t have control over his team, that didn’t happen” pissed off Dusty and the players, thus forcing Steve to decline a contract extension after 21 years with the club and Chip Caray shown the door. Saddest thing is, they were right, and now we’re stuck with two ass-kissing broadcasters until 2012.
Sammy Sosa also decided to arrive to the ballpark five minutes before game-time, thus forcing Dusty to start Jason Dubois (who homered in the game) in right field instead of Sammy. Sosa was fined a large sum of money by the team and eventually traded to the Baltimore Orioles in January 2005. It was the most bitter tasting Cubs victory I could remember, and may attribute as to why I didn’t pay much attention to the 2005 Cubs, probably from my utter disgust.
And now, for the good moments!
#20 – September 1-4, 2003 vs. St. Louis Cardinals
Where I was: I had just recently started sixth grade, so outside of the Labor Day off-day I had on September 1, I spent the majority of the time either watching the night games or the conclusions of day games after returning home from school.
What happened: This was a tremendously important series for the Cubs, because it was a rat race between the Cubs, Cardinals, and Houston Astros for first in the NL Central. Due to a rain out that May, a double-header was scheduled for September, making this a five game series. Cubs won the first game of the series 7-0, with assistance from a solo homer by Eric Karros. The next day was the day of the double-header. Game 1 was a 15-inning thriller ending with a Sammy Sosa walk-off, two-run shot against former Cub long-reliever Jeff Fassero. The second game was a St. Louis victory, but the Cubs got gypped. Moises Alou lined a double down the line kicking up the chalk dust, but the umpire signaled it foul, resulting in his ejection. Journalists GRILLED the ump for missing the chalk in the air, because if the ball hits the line, it’s a fair ball. The Cubs fell 2-0 despite a phenomenal start by Kerry Wood.
That road block didn’t stop the Cubs. The fourth game of the series set off more fireworks, as the Cubs came back from a 7-3 deficit going into the bottom of the seventh before heroics from Alex Gonzalez and Mark Grudzielanek helped the Cubs to a five run rally in the last two innings to help the Cubs win 8-7. In the fifth and final game, there was a lot of flip-flopping with the lead, before the Cubs eventually took control in the bottom of the seventh following a Tony Womack RBI single, leading them to a 7-6 victory.
The Cubs taking four of five from St. Louis effectively ended their season, and kept the Cubs’ season alive. Perhaps the biggest series and most exciting series (outside of Milwaukee in September ’98) I’ve seen in my life. I may put multiple games down the list, but I put this series at #20 because five games is a bit much and thus an unfair advantage over other games. Perhaps the most important series the Cubs have ever played in my lifetime.
#19 – May 9, 2004 vs. Colorado Rockies (W 5-4)
Where I was: I remember this day tremendously. It was Mother’s Day 2004, and we were set to go to a family brunch with my grandma, grandpa, and uncle at Willowbrook. My grandpa kept hustling out to the car to figure out what the score was. I remember the sixth inning interview on WGN 720 with Jeff Garlin (who sang the seventh inning stretch that day) being one of the funniest things I ever heard on a Cubs game. We were in and out, whether it be the restaurant, or their house, or my house, and each time we tuned in, something different was happening.
What happened: It was a warm day at Wrigley Field. The Cubs started early with a lead-off home run by recently called up second baseman Damian Jackson (who only played a few games) in the bottom of the first. Runs were scattered here and there, and three rain delays and assorted runs here and there, the game was taken to the tenth inning tied 3-3. Closer Joe Borowski came in to fill a void from the pen and quickly surrendered a homer to Todd Helton, putting the Rockies ahead 4-3.
My grandpa’s “You never know until the last man is out” saying never held more true, because with two outs, Aramis Ramirez crushed a homer over the left-center field wall into the street, tying it again 4-4. The Cubs eventually won in the bottom of the twelfth on a double by Corey Patterson. The back-and-forth of the game was definitely a memorable one, and the perseverance of the Cubs was respectable.
#18 – July 31, 1999 vs. New York Mets (W 17-10)
Where I was: This was one of the hottest days I’d ever experienced in my life, which was a hot topic during the Cubs game, both on TV and the radio (and a nice memory to have, got me a free coffee at Dunkin Donuts on a trivia question!). The day of the trading deadline and, let’s face it, the Cubs were done that season, so nobody expected the Cubs to do anything. I spent most of the day either at my grandpa’s or on the road with him.
What happened: It was one of those high-scoring games you just don’t forget. The Cubs struck starter Octavio Dotel (yes, he actually started!) for seven runs in the first inning, led by a Gary Gaetti grand slam. After three Met runs in the top of the second thanks to a Robin Ventura home run, the Cubs would score two more against Dotel in the second thanks to a Sammy Sosa two-run blast before Mets skipper Bobby Valentine decided to pull his starter. With a 9-3 lead, the Cubs should be comfortable, yes? No!
The Mets would score six more runs by the fifth inning thanks to another Ventura home run against Cubs starter Jon Lieber, tying the game 9-9. But this awful Cubs club was resilient, and they proved it in this game. The Cubs would go on to score eight more runs compared to just one by the Mets, led by homers by Jose Hernandez and Sosa, thus resulting in a 17-10 Cubs victory.
#17 – March 29, 2000 at New York Mets (W 5-3)
Where I was: The Cubs and Mets were the first American baseball teams to play baseball in Tokyo, Japan. This was their opening series of the regular season, and the Cubs had a new look with manager Don Baylor and players like Eric Young, Damon Buford, Joe Girardi, and Willie Greene. Because the games were in Japan, they started at four in the morning here, as it was the evening there. My mother would wake my eight year old self up at five to watch the games (I would tape them so I could reflect later, SO glad I did). I’d play Pokemon Yellow while eating breakfast and watching the Cubs game. What a way to start the day!
What happened: Amidst all this excitement, there was baseball to be played. This game is important because the Cubs made an early statement in a foreign land, which was important for the team. The Cubs struck early with an RBI single by Damon Buford, but by the third the Mets would tie it up. After the Cubs took a 2-1 lead in the fifth, it was a story of the long-ball. Shane Andrews hammered a two run jack off Dennis Cook making it a 4-1 game in the seventh, and in the eighth Mark Grace slapped a solo homer off Rich Rodriguez. The Mets would not go down quietly, however, because Big Mike Piazza simply destroyed a two run homer off the just horrendous Cubs reliever Brian Williams. But, Rick Aguilera would shut down the Mets in the ninth and the Cubs won opening day in Japan against the future NL Champions. Thought it wasn’t something for fans to get used to, as they’d only win 64 more and lose about 97 before all was said and done.
#16 – October 6, 2001 vs. Pittsburgh Pirates (W 13-2)
Where I was: It was a lazy Saturday on the last weekend of the season (extended due to the 9/11 attacks). The Cubs, who were contenders most of the season, lost their Wild Card spot on October 2, so didn’t have much to play for. Little did we know, after this tremendously fun game, Arne Harris, the Cubs’ camera director who was loved by so many fans, players, and broadcasters for 40+ years, would die later that evening, setting a very dark, somber mood on what I’d like to call “Black Sunday.” Though it wasn’t official, I consider this game to be the last game of the wonderful 2001 season.
What happened: The Cubs attacked early and attacked very, very often. They scored three runs in the first courtesy of a Roosevelt Brown homer driving in all three off Pittsburgh starter Tony McKnight. It didn’t stop there, however. Sammy Sosa would come up with an inside the park homer in the third, his 63rd of the season and easily capping off the greatest offensive season by an individual in Cubs history (yes, he hit 66 in 1998, but overall, with average and RBIs, 2001 was his best season). Fred McGriff would follow with another homer, going back-to-back with Sammy. One of the evening’s surprises was inconsistent starter Julian Tavarez, who only allowed one hit in 7 1/3 innings, and didn’t allow that hit until the seventh inning. The Cubs touched up the Pirate bullpen for six runs in the eighth (thanks to another three-run homer by Roosevelt Brown, giving him seven RBIs on the game).
This game is here in the memory of Arne Harris’ last game with us and the Chicago Cubs. RIP Arne.
#15 – May 16, 1996 vs. Houston Astros (W 13-1)
Where I was: Sleeping over at my grandfather’s. It’s such an old game I really don’t have much of a memory behind this one.
What happened: It was Amaury Telemaco’s first career start, a name a lot of Cubs fans (including myself) seem to remember for absolutely no reason whatsoever. The Cubs attacked early on a Leo Gomez three-run homer off Doug Drabek in the second inning, and the Cubs would score two more runs in the third to go up 5-0. Fast-forward to the seventh inning. Sammy Sosa hit a solo homer off Jeff Tabaka to lead off the inning, followed shortly by Scott Servais jacking a two-run blast off Tabaka leading to his departure. After a few assorted runs, Sosa homered again that same inning, this time a two-run shot off Jim Dougherty. This eight-run seventh inning resulted in a 13-0 Cubs lead, eventually leading to a 13-1 Cubs win.
#14 – June 10, 2005 vs. Boston Red Sox (W 14-6)
Where I was: Hmm, I was there! One of the few times I’ll take a game I was at and incorporate it in a list like this. The atmosphere was rabid, and rightfully so. Cubs vs. Red Sox, an ol’ school baseball match-up, the 2004 defending world champs vs. the…Cubs (haha). The histories of these two franchises colliding against each other was definitely worth the price of admission, and what a great day for a baseball game!
What happened: Lucky for me, I got to catch a Greg Maddux start, against the BoSox starter Bronsan Arroyo. The Cubs weren’t intimidated by the Red Sox, and thanks to homers by Todd Hollandsworth and Jeromy Burnitz, the Cubs were ahead 3-0 by the second inning. The Cubs scored four more in the bottom of the third and led 7-1 by the top of the sixth. David Ortiz homered off Maddux, but the Cubs immediately answered back in the bottom half of the inning with another homer by Burnitz and a surprising home run by Maddux himself. So the Cubs led 11-2. Despite a rough end with Cliff Bartosh allowing homers to Ortiz and ex-Cub Mark Bellhorn in the top of the ninth, the Cubs would pull out a 14-6 victory, a huge win for the Cubs beating the defending world champs.
#13 – June 7, 2003 vs. New York Yankees (W 5-2)
Where I was: Ahh, this one was special. I watched up to about the fifth inning at my house, and listened to the rest of the game on the radio. This was the first Saturday of my summer vacation and there was no better way to start it than a marquee match-up between the red-hot Cubs and Yankees on national television.
What happened: It was the pitching match-up of the year, Roger Clemens (searching for career win number 300) vs. Kerry Wood, the past vs. the future. First we saw an eerie collision between Wood and first baseman Hee Seop Choi, stopping the game for twenty minutes and Choi lying on the first base line, not moving, unconscious for about ten minutes before being carted off (his career was never the same again). The promotion of said pitching match-up delivered, with the Yankees striking first in the fifth inning courtesy of a Hideki Matsui homer against Wood. There was a combined sixteen strikeouts between both starters, until Clemens was pulled after allowing a hit to Sammy Sosa and walking Moises Alou in the bottom of the seventh, and Juan Acevedo was put in to pitch. Immediately after coming in, Eric Karros (Choi’s replacement at first) slapped a three run shot into the left-field stands giving the Cubs the lead, and thus breaking Clemens’ fourth attempt at 300. I’ll never forget borrowing my mother’s radio while we were in the Home Depot and going nuts after he hit that homer, one of my most memorable Cub moments. The Cubs would score two more runs, and eventually win the game 5-2.
#12 – June 29, 2007 vs. Milwaukee Brewers (W 6-5)
Where I was: At home, it was a lazy Friday afternoon over my summer break, and the Cubs were surging, just one game away from a .500 record of 39-39. The Cubs had a six game winning streak coming in, sweeping both the White Sox and Rockies in that order, helping them substantially in the standings. Many consider this to be the best game of the last ten years, clearly, I don’t. But this was a big deal.
What happened: It wasn’t a good start. Rich Hill immediately gave up a three-run homer in the first against Kevin Mench, and with a couple of assorted runs, the division-leading Brewers were ahead 5-0 early. But the Cubs weren’t going down easy. By the ninth inning and RBIs from Cliff Floyd and Mike Fontenot, the Cubs were trailing 5-3 in the ninth. The Cubs touched up closer Francisco Cordero early that inning, and a Derrek Lee RBI drew the score within just one run. Aramis Ramirez was up, and with the Cubs recent luck, you had the feeling that SOMETHING would happen. Well, it did, and resulted in what could be one of the more memorable homers in the past ten years. Ramirez hit a two-run game winner, defeating the Mighty Milwaukee Brewers 6-5.
#11 – April 16, 2004 vs. Cincinnati Reds (W 11-10)
Where I was: My grandpa always picked up my sister and I from school when we went to St. Dans, so I watched the first half of the game by him, and the other half at home. This was a very interesting game, one of those back-and-forth games that’s always exciting until the very end.
What happened: This was possibly the most unusual back-and-forth game I can remember. Started off poorly for the Cubs, with starter Sergio Mitre loading the bases and surrendering two runs early to the Reds. The Cubs answered quickly, however, doing the same against then-rookie Aaron Harang. The Reds would score two more in the top of the third, only to be answered again by the Cubs via back-to-back homers from Moises Alou and Aramis Ramirez. The game was quiet until the top of the sixth, when Mitre was pulled for Michael Wuertz. In only a third of an inning, he managed to walk a guy, give up a two-run homer to D’Angelo Jimenez (only 36 career homers in eight seasons), a massive two-run home run to Ken Griffey Jr. (which he just destroyed), and another run on a double. So, in the blink of an eye, Wuertz surrenders five in only a third, making the score 9-4 Reds. The Cubs, being resilient, scored one in the bottom of the inning, and proved they weren’t out just yet.
Master of the Double Switch Dusty Baker made a mistake in the seventh inning, apparently not penciling Ramon Martinez’s pinch hit appearance in the #9 slot. Martinez doubled, which was taken back, leading to a tirade perhaps more intense than Lou Piniella’s famous June 2, 2007 tirade. Dusty was ejected, but this clearly fired up the Cubs. They scored two runs off doubles by Ramirez and Alou and now were only down 9-7. Kyle Farnsworth in typical fashion decides to make it even further out of reach, giving up a big solo homer to Wily Mo Pena. The Cubs bounced back again, though, with Todd Hollandsworth hitting a two run homer to right making the score 10-9. In the bottom of the ninth, the Cubs had one last chance. Sammy Sosa hit a solo home run (his 512th as a Cub, tying Ernie Banks’ all-time team record), followed by a Moises Alou homer. The only time I ever remember the Cubs going back-to-back to win a ballgame. Immediately, my phone rang, and my grandfather pretty much shouted “Were you watching the game? Incredible, huh!?”
#10 – June 25, 2007 vs. Colorado Rockies (W 10-9)
Where I was: Initially I was heading home from my uncle’s place, listening to the beginning of the game on the radio (and being subsequently caught behind a train for a half hour). When I returned home, I simply sat down with the family and just watched the game.
What happened: The Rockies touched up Jason Marquis early on, scoring a run in the first. That didn’t stop the Cubs from hitting Jeff Francis harder in the bottom of the inning, off an RBI single from Mark DeRosa and three-run homer from Angel Pagan. The Cubs scored extra runs in the third and fifth innings, before Colorado answered back with two in the top of the sixth. Most runs were being scored off slap base hits, doubles, or careless base runners from walks. The Cubs scored more runs in the bottom of the sixth and bottom of the eighth, taking an 8-3 lead by the ninth. Scott Eyre came into pitch, who successfully walked two and allowed three hits, driving in three runs for the Rox. Just like that, it’s an 8-6 ballgame. Enter Home Run Howry to save the day, which didn’t happen. He too allowed three hits including a three-run homer to Troy Tulowitzki, and just like that, the Rockies now had a 9-8 lead. One fan was so angry he jumped out of his seat and charged Howry on the hill!
Everyone in the family retired off to bed, as the game was a lost cause. Being the fool I am, I wanted to watch the end, and I’m very glad I did. Mike Fontenot started the inning with a hit (who went 5-5 that day), followed by hits from Theriot, DeRosa, and Koyie Hill. The Cubs had driven in a run with those at-bats, tying the score 9-9. Brian Fuentes, one of the most reliable closers in the game, allowed a single up the middle to Alfonso Soriano with Hill scoring from third. My mom ran down the stairs and asked “Did you see that!?” I sure did, Cubs win 10-9.
#9 – May 30, 2008 vs. Colorado Rockies (W 10-9)
Where I was: First of all, what are the odds of having two 10-9 scores next to each other on this list, in sequential order by season, against the same team? Funny thing is, both were two totally different games. It was the second day of my summer break, and it started off with a rain delay, so I didn’t miss anything by sleeping in. I watched it on my computer, stopped for awhile, checked back in and decided to stick with it. I’m glad I did.
What happened: Ted Lilly had one of his “bad” starts (those who know Lilly know he’s VERY dominant when he’s good, and absolutely horrendous when he’s bad). Lilly didn’t even manage to go a complete three innings, allowing seven runs in those innings, including a two run homer to Todd Helton in the first and a three run shot by Chris Ianetta in the third. The Cubs scored one in the bottom of the third, but Colorado struck again, with Ryan Spilbourghs hitting a homer off pitching replacement Jon Lieber in the fourth, and another run scored in the top of the fifth. Colorado was winning 9-1, and most teams by this point would’ve given up (and Lou Piniella almost did, pulling Soto from behind the plate and Lee from first base).
But the one special thing about the 2008 Cubs was their resiliency (except in the playoffs). The Cubs scored three runs in the bottom of the sixth courtesy of homers by Kosuke Fukudome and Jim Edmonds (which officially endeared himself to Cubs fans), but that wasn’t even the start of the fun. Micah Hoffpauir started the seventh with a double off Aaron Cook, only to be followed by a Henry Blanco home run. Colorado’s unreliable closer Manny Corpas came in and only made things worse, giving up doubles to Fukudome and Edmonds, and suddenly, the score was 9-8 Colorado. Mark DeRosa stepped up and smashed a two-run homer to left field, and just like that, the Cubs had a 10-9 lead. Perhaps the most remarkable comeback I’ve ever seen in a Cubs game (though #8 gives this a huge run for its money), and Blackhawks legend Bobby Hull was loving every minute of it (he was the seventh inning stretch conductor). The Cubs bullpen held it down and won by a 10-9 score.
#8 – September 18, 2008 vs. Milwaukee Brewers (W 7-6)
Where I was: The Cubs had two remarkable comeback games in 2008, and if I could place them in a tie, I would. Just because this is ranked ahead doesn’t mean it was better, you just can’t place them in a tie because they were so different from each other. This was the day of the homecoming parade at school, an event I desperately wanted to avoid, especially with the Cubs so close to clinching the division and the game starting at 1:20 (Parade or game? Dumb question). So I had Subway, and when I returned home, I promptly turned on the game. My mom surprisingly got off work that day so we watched the game together, even when it looked its worst.
What happened: The Cubs were playing the rival Milwaukee Brewers, who pretty much no longer provided a threat to the team’s progress in advancing to the postseason. The game started off roughly, with a near 40-pitch first inning from starter Rich Harden, walking a number of guys, and Mark DeRosa’s error at second base didn’t necessarily help. Luckily, the Brew Crew only ran away with one run that inning. The Cubs fought back early, with a Jim Edmonds home run in the second to tie it up. The Cubs did eventually manage to take a lead, with Aramis Ramirez homering in the fourth to put them ahead by one. But it went downhill from there for the Cubs, very quickly. Harden was pulled in the sixth, and Jeff Samardzija was put in there which proved to be a big mistake by the Cubs coaching staff. He allowed four runs, mostly on walks and slap singles, and the Brewers were suddenly up 6-2. Nobody-pitcher Randy Wells came in and shut the Brewers down, but it seemed bleak for the Cubs for the majority of the game.
However, this is another display of the team’s startling resiliency. Ryan Theriot and Derrek Lee were two quick outs in the bottom of the ninth. But Ramirez attempted to start a rally with a lead-off double, which was followed up by a Jim Edmonds RBI single, making it a 6-3 game. Mark DeRosa quickly followed with a single, moving Edmonds to third. Up stepped Geovany Soto, future National League Rookie of the Year. First pitch from Brewers closer Solomon Torres was just crushed over the left field wall for a three-run homer, and in the blink of an eye, the Cubs tied the game with two outs in the bottom of the ninth. That’s about as clutch as it gets.
So we move on into extra innings, with Carlos Marmol and Seth McClung respectively mowing down their opposition. The Brewers scared the Cubs briefly against Kerry Wood, but brilliant defensive alignments halted their progress. In the bottom of the eleventh, Jim Edmonds was thrown out in the middle of an at-bat for arguing balls and strikes, a huge lapse in judgment by home plate ump Ed Rapuano if you ask me (the ball was six inches off the plate!). Felix Pie stood in for the at-bat and coaxed a walk, but that was meaningless as the Cubs couldn’t string anything together. The Cubs started fighting in the bottom of the twelfth, with Reed Johnson drawing a walk and Jason Marquis pinch running for him. Soriano drew a walk as well, and heads up base-running by both put them at second and third with two outs (Soriano’s run didn’t matter, but heads up either way). Derrek Lee fought in his at-bat, after going 0-5 for the day, and quickly slapped a single into center to drive in Marquis and help the Cubs to a 7-6 victory. Now, homecoming parade or Cubs game, I ask you? (hah)
#7 – September 21, 1997 vs. Philadelphia Phillies (W 11-3)
Where I was: Ahh, the early-late ‘90s, where on every Sunday my mother, sister and I would head over to the grandparents’ place for lunch/dinner. My grandpa, uncle and I would watch a Cubs game while my sister, grandma, and mother would stay in the kitchen, probably watching the Cubs game as well whenever they weren’t doing anything. This wasn’t your typical Sunday afternoon baseball game, though. The horrendous 1997 Chicago Cubs were playing their last home game of the year, capping off a then-66-90 season in grand style against the Phils. Not to mention, it would be (my personal favorite baseball player ever) Ryne Sandberg’s last ever game with the Chicago Cubs. We didn’t know it until February 1998, but it would also be Harry Caray’s last home broadcast before passing on.
What happened: Who knew the Cubs would attack so vehemently on a guy like Curt Schilling so early on? Sandberg started the game appropriately with a double, driven in by Mark Grace putting the Cubs up 1-0. Starter Kevin Tapani allowed his first run a half-inning later, giving up an RBI single to Tony Barron, tying the game. The game would be scoreless until the bottom of the fifth, when the Cubs exploded for five runs courtesy of two-run homers from Lance Johnson and Mark Grace, as well as a solo shot from Dave Hansen. Schilling was pulled and the Cubs were up 6-1. Tapani allowed an RBI double to Rico Brogna in the sixth, which would be the only other run he surrendered. The Cubs struck again in the seventh, with Jose Hernandez slapping a three-run shot off Ryan Karp to put the Cubs up 9-2. After scoring two more in the bottom of the eighth going up 11-2, and Rodney Myers giving up one more run to Philly in the top of the ninth, the Cubs won 11-3 in exciting blowout fashion.
This game is very important, as it signals the end to the career of one of the Cubs’ greatest players and the final broadcast of one of baseball’s greatest voices. Hearing Harry sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame now, knowing just what was going to happen five months later, is almost eerie, but in another sense tear-jerking knowing it would be the last time we’d ever hear it. RIP Harry Caray, we sure miss you down here!
#6 – August 7, 2004 at San Francisco Giants (W 8-4)
Where I was: The last thing I was going to do was miss this game. Greg Maddux (my favorite pitcher in the history of baseball) was aiming for his 300th victory that afternoon, a feat accomplished by only a handful of others in baseball’s illustrious history. He attempted to get the win the prior Sunday against the Phillies, a game the Cubs won but didn’t draw a lead until after Maddux was pulled, giving him a no-decision. I turned on the game on my awful, big-screen Zenith TV in the living room and didn’t have to force the family to watch the game, since they were too busy preparing for us to move in a week. We headed to dinner around five that day (early by our standards), and I was listening to the game on the radio there, and watched it over the corner of our booth at Max and Erma’s to see history made. I didn’t miss a second of this one, and I’m very happy about that.
What happened: At first it didn’t even seem like the Cubs wanted to get the win for Maddux, with the offense slumping and Maddux clearly struggling to find a groove. The Giants went up 3-0 by the third inning, with RBI doubles by A.J. Pierzynski and Edgardo Alfonso, and an RBI triple from Ray Durham. But the Cubs were ready to come back, and with big RBI doubles by Aramis Ramirez and Todd Walker, the Cubs took a 4-3 lead by the fifth, and a Corey Patterson two-run blast in the top of the sixth put them up 6-3, giving Maddux a decent lead.
But Maddux ran into some trouble, allowing an RBI single to Deivi Cruz without the ability to retire a hitter to cut the lead to two, and Dusty Baker figured it was time to pull his starter. Could the Cubs’ generally-inconsistent bullpen hold down the fort? Looks like it. The Giants were kept silent by John Leicester, Kent Mercker, Mike Remlinger, Kyle Farnsworth, and LaTroy Hawkins, and were even given a little extra insurance in the top of the eighth on a two-run homer by Moises Alou. In the end, Hawkins was able to shut down the Giants in the ninth and the Cubs helped Greg Maddux to his 300th career win. The Giants fans even gave a standing ovation for the classy right-hander, proof that Maddux is a universal favorite amongst baseball fans and will happily go into the Hall as one of the most dominant, clean, and generous baseball players alive. I’m sure he’d disagree, as modest as he is, but there’s no doubt about it.
#5 – September 28, 1998 vs. San Francisco Giants (W 5-3)
Where I was: Ahh yes, the all-elusive 163rd game of the season, a game which happened only five other times before this one, all for the same purpose: to clinch a playoff spot. This game was HUGE for the Cubs, with this being only their second winning team since 1989 and the first playoff contender since then. It was the biggest event in Chicago at the time, got tremendous media coverage, and with Michael Jordan throwing out the first pitch (and giving Sammy Sosa a hug afterwards for his phenomenal season), every big name in Chicago was there, supporting their team. I was spending the night at my grandpa’s, and decided to stay up late to catch the conclusion of the game, and boy was I glad I did that!
What happened: The game was quiet for the most part, only noteworthy thing being Cubs starter Steve Trachsel taking a no-hitter into the seventh inning before it was finally broken up. The first runs proved to be HUGE, which was a two-run blast by late-season pickup Gary Gaetti over the left-field wall in the fifth inning, striking a massive blow to the pace the Giants had the Cubs at during the game (one could argue this was one of the biggest home runs in Cub history, for many factors). The Cubs knew they couldn’t stop there, as they piled on two more runs in the sixth, with Matt Mieske (subbing in for the injured Henry Rodriguez) slapping a two-run single into right.
The Cubs were up 4-0 for most of the game, and Mark Grace doubled off Giants closer Jose Mesa to add another insurance run putting them up 5-0. The game, however, wasn’t over, and the Giants made that very clear. Jim Riggleman proved he had absolutely no idea how to utilize a bullpen in the postseason, throwing Kevin Tapani out to pitch for no reason at all (he had just started the previous Friday). Well, Tapani proved he was out of place, giving up three hits and a two-run triple to J.T. Snow. Exit Tapani, enter Terry Mulholland. Yes, Mulholland was awesome in 1998, but he just started the previous day and had absolutely no business being out there again. He gave up a couple hits, which resulted in a run, making the score 5-3. Riggleman finally started to think clearly, pulling Mulholland to have reliable closer Rod Beck pitch the rest of the ninth, and he shut ‘em down instantly. Joe Carter popped out to Mark Grace (appropriately the only member of the 1989 team on the current roster), ending the game with a Cubs playoff berth. I’ll never forget the celebration, as it was the first Cub clincher of (currently) four I would see in my lifetime. It was a happy time to be a Cubs fan, and surely was fun while it lasted (no need to dwell on the awful postseason). A 163rd game is unique in its own way, and with the Cubs winning it makes it all the more important to Cub history.
#4 – September 14, 2008 at Houston Astros (W 5-0)
Where I was: Any Cubs fan reading this blog should understand the significance of this game as Carlos Zambrano’s no-hitter, so I won’t give too much of a background, other than the fact that while it was technically AT Houston, the game was still played at Milwaukee’s Miller Park (or Wrigley Field North based on the magnitude of Cub fans there) due to the dangers of Hurricane Ike and the time near the Texas area. So it was definitely a special game for that reason alone. I initially headed to my grandma’s for the day with the family, but we returned home just in time for the game. I pretty much spent the whole game on my couch in front of my Samsung, like I do for any Cub game these days.
What happened: The Cubs wasted no time jumping ahead, with Alfonso Soriano leading off the game with a solo home run, putting the Cubs up 1-0. Zambrano needed a good start, and after his first two innings he was cruising right along. The Cubs offense took advantage of the near-Wrigley scenery, with Derrek Lee and Geovany Soto getting clutch doubles helping the team to a four run third, putting them ahead 5-0. This score would remain consistent throughout the course of the game.
But the score wasn’t all that mattered in this game. Zambrano was cruising right along, walking just one guy and not allowing a hit yet. By the seventh inning, you start to think in the back of your mind “Wow, he’s pitching a no-hitter this late in the game!?” Of course you’d never say it, under the superstition that you’d jinx it. Well, by the ninth inning, the 23,000 fans who migrated from Chicago to see this game were on their feet, and ESPN interrupted the White Sox / Tigers game to broadcast this historic event. Zambrano got the first two out with ease, but then had to face the pesky Darin Erstad. Erstad took the count 3-2 and fought off a few pitches to keep the at-bat alive. Big Z threw a heavy slider that Erstad chucked at and just like that, Carlos Zambrano had pitched the first Cubs no-hitter since Milt Pappas in 1972. A moment I personally never thought I’d see in my lifetime had just occurred, and I think I actually shed some tears of happiness. It was a great game, and not only that, it shrunk the Cubs’ magic number to seven games, with a big series against the Milwaukee Brewers coming up later that week.
#3 – May 6, 1998 vs. Houston Astros (W 2-0)
Where I was: First, a little background. I found it easy to rank these pitching performances because, well, you see no-hitters every season, sometimes a couple times (like 2008). But when a guy can strike out 20 men in only his fifth major league start, that’s real dominance that we’ve seen only four times in baseball history. So naturally, this date is more significant than the one before it, though by no means is it meant to discredit how amazing Zambrano was against the ‘Stros last September, which is why it’s only fair to rank the games back-to-back.
Anywho, I was sick this day, so I took the day off from school. Whenever I did that, considering both my parents worked, I would be dropped off with my grandma and grandpa. My grandpa had to paint the kitchen that day, so I decided to watch the game in the kitchen as the rain poured down outside so I could talk to him and watch the game with him. One of the best days off I ever took in my life.
What happened: Kerry Wood, with a 5.79 ERA at the time facing easily one of the best offenses in baseball, wasted no time attacking the division rivals. He struck out the Killer B’s at the top (Biggio, Bell, Bagwell) with ease, and had his first three strikeouts immediately. Well, Astros pitcher Shane Reynolds was just as dominant, striking out the first three Cubs he saw. Wood came into the second inning and struck out the side again, while Reynolds didn’t have the same luck. Mark Grace started the inning off with a double, which set the table for an RBI single from Henry Rodriguez, putting the Cubs up 1-0.
Wood continued to cruise, striking out ten by the fourth inning. He allowed a single to future Cub Ricky Gutierrez, though I disagree with the call to this day (as would my grandfather if he were still with us). It’s not Wood’s fault Kevin Orie misplayed that ball and bobbled it. Had it been ruled an error, Wood would’ve had a no-hitter. Either way, around the tenth strikeout, I remember I’d tell my grandpa “Wow, he struck out another!” before he finally set down the paint roller to watch the game (he had a better understanding of how special this was than I did). We watched him, strikeout after strikeout, in amazement of just how dominating he was. The Cubs offense, which was mostly quiet during the game, struck again in the eighth with a Jose Hernandez RBI single, giving Wood some insurance. Well, Riggleman tossed his 20 year old starter out in the ninth there with 18 strikeouts, and Wood seamlessly struck out two more (one to end the game), proving to be one of the most dominating pitching performances in the history of baseball. Cubs win 2-0. Funny how both dominating pitching performances came against the Houston Astros. Suck on that, Drayton McLayne.
#2 –September 27, 2003 vs. Pittsburgh Pirates (W 4-2, 7-2)
Where I was: This is one date, but it was a double-header. I went back and forth multiple times deciding whether to put just the last game or both, but I figured since it’s so high on the list, I’d do both. The Cubs’ magic number to clinch a division title for the first time since 1989 was three going into the day, and with a double-header against the struggling Pirates, things were looking up for the Cubs, and the fans were very optimistic.
For the first game, I was at my grandparents’, watching the game with my grandpa, keeping track of everything going on with the division rival Houston Astros (who needed to lose that afternoon). For the second game, we returned home on that dark, gloomy early-Fall Saturday evening, which was a very relaxing experience, despite the tension surrounding the game.
What happened: Wrigley Field was louder than I’d ever heard it before (even louder than the 1998 Wild Card game), and the fans were scoreboard watching all afternoon. With Mark Prior (17-6 at the time) starting, fans were very comfortable with the first game, and they had every reason to be. The game was a pitching duel between Prior and Pittsburgh starter Josh Fogg until the fourth inning, when Prior allowed a solo homer to Pirates power-hitter Craig Wilson. This happened to be the inning where the Brewers put up a few runs against the Astros, and when the scoreboard changed in center field at the end of the inning in that game, our game paused to let the fans exert their fanatic energy. The place went bonkers (for lack of a better term), and clearly helped give the Cubs momentum.
In the bottom of the fourth, Fogg loaded the bases and allowed RBI singles to Aramis Ramirez and Moises Alou (who had a scary knee-to-head collision at second base, but remained in the game), giving the fans more to cheer about putting them up 2-1. It didn’t end there for the Cubs, though, with quiet-catcher Damian Miller leading off the fifth inning with a solo homer to right field. Fogg would again let runners on, and gave up an RBI walk to Sammy Sosa, putting the Cubs up 4-1. The game, for the most part, remained quiet (outside of Pittsburgh’s other run in the sixth), until the ninth. Wrigley erupted and the team delivered, with Joe Borowski shutting the Pirates down with the two men on for most of the inning (a homer would’ve tied the game). But a pop-out to Mark Grudzielanek ended Game 1, and with the Astros eventually losing, the Cubs’ magic number was now one.
So, Dusty Baker had faith to send out the same lineup for the night-cap (subbing Alex Gonzalez with Ramon Martinez, Damian Miller with Paul Bako, and Randall Simon with Eric Karros). The Cubs made the Wrigley faithful proud early on, with Sammy Sosa slapping a solo homer in the bottom of the first to dead-center field, giving the Cubs and starter Matt Clement a very early lead. This wouldn’t be the end of the scoring, however. The Cubs began a romp in the bottom of the second, with hits from just about everyone in the lineup and RBIs from Ramon Martinez, Paul Bako, and Mark Grudzielanek, putting the Cubs up 6-0 giving the 40,121 fans in attendance faith that this was the day the Cubs would end the magical 2003 season on the highest note possible.
Matt Clement made one of the finest starts in his career, shutting down Pittsburgh with just one earned run in seven and two thirds innings. The game was quiet for the most part, outside RBIs from Abraham Nunez giving Pittsburgh two runs in the top of the eighth. Of course, the Cubs decided to answer that (even though they didn’t need to) with Moises Alou hitting a solo homer over the wall in left-center field, putting the Cubs up 7-2. Dave Veres came in, and albeit running into trouble, ex-Cub Jose Hernandez grounded into a double play to end the game, giving the Cubs a Central Division title. The only time I can honestly recall crying in a baseball game, because after such an extreme uphill climb, the Cubs FINALLY made it where they needed to. It was an excellent double-header, and in a sense, was the first of many seasons to display this current Cubs era of dominance (four winning seasons in six years, three playoff appearances). Because this win left such a positive impact on Cubs teams in years to come, there’s absolutely no reason this game shouldn’t be #2. If you can give me a legitimate one, I’ll give you $50.
#1 – September 12/13, 1998 vs. Milwaukee Brewers (W 15-12, 11-10)
Where I was: Let me preface this by saying, no matter how phenomenal that 2003 clincher was, it’s still WAY behind these two games for the #1 spot. Records were broken, the scores were abnormally high, and above all, they inched the Cubs closer and closer to where they needed to be in order to get into the postseason, as these were must win games. For the first game, I was essentially just lazing around the house, playing video games most of the day until the 3:00 start, before I rushed into the living room to watch the game with the family. For the second game, it was another traditional Sunday at Grandma’s for dinner and a Cubs game.
What happened: The Cubs lost the first game of the three-game weekend set against Milwaukee 13-11, with Milwaukee going on an early tear and sticking to it (not to mention exposing Don Wengert as a weak starter in the majors). After that devastating loss, the Cubs still had to fight, so they went into Saturday with Mike Morgan taking the hill. It was a nice start for the Cubs, scoring two very early in the second inning. But it was all down-hill from there. Morgan allowed eight runs in the third before even being taken out, courtesy of Jeromy Burnitz, Geoff Jenkins, and Bobby Hughes. The Brewers eventually scored two more in the top of the fifth, going ahead 10-2. Normally, this would be a reason to panic, but for these Cubs, it was just another reason to fight.
The Cubs began to stage a comeback in the bottom of the fifth, with Jose Hernandez slapping his 22nd homer of the season off Milwaukee starter Rafael Roque. The Cubs got two more in the next inning off a two run blast by Gary Gaetti, his 17th of the year. Milwaukee put up two more in the top of the seventh, going up 12-5, but the Cubs were by no means done scoring yet. Sammy Sosa, still in the home run race with Mark McGwire, hit his 60th of the year, a three-run liner tugging the foul line, trimming the deficit to four. Immediately after, Glenallen Hill hit his sixth of the year going back-to-back with Sosa and making it a three-run ballgame.
The bottom of the eighth came around with Tyler Houston coming up for Scott Servais, who replaced him earlier in the game. Houston homered making it a 12-10 ballgame. In the bottom of the ninth, the Cubs scored one on a Mickey Morandini RBI single, which eventually loaded the bases. Orlando Merced, who was signed by the Cubs mid-season but didn’t live up to expectation, stepped in at the pitcher’s spot to pinch-hit. After battling some pitches off, Merced cracked a deep drive to left-center field which went out for a walk-off grand slam. The Cubs won a seemingly unwinnable game by a final of 15-12.
Sunday came around and already it was one of the highest scoring series’ of the season (51 runs between both teams in two games). All eyes were on Sammy Sosa as he was only two homers away from breaking Roger Maris’ single-season home run record and catching up with his rival Mark McGwire. But not only that, the Cubs were constantly inching closer and closer to a Wild Card berth, and needed any win they could get.
Milwaukee jumped ahead quickly with a solo homer by Mark Loretta in the first inning. Fernando Vina hit an RBI double in the third that put Milwaukee ahead 2-0. The Cubs were ready, though, and once they figured out Brad Woodall, they attacked with six runs in the bottom of the third, courtesy of doubles by Steve Trachsel and Mark Grace, as well as RBI singles by Gary Gaetti and Glenallen Hill. In an instant, the Cubs were up 6-2.
After a solo homer by Jeromy Burnitz in the top of the fourth, the Cubs struck with two more in the bottom of the fifth, this time courtesy of Sammy Sosa’s 61st home run of the season, a colossal 480 foot blast to left. With an 8-3 lead, the game seemed to be in the books, but if we learned anything from the first two games of the series, it certainly wasn’t over yet. Jeff Cirillo hit a solo shot in the top of the sixth to narrow the deficit to four. Trachsel allowed his last solo shot in the seventh against Bobby Hughes, bringing Milwaukee yet another run closer. Trachsel was pulled in favor of Terry Mulholland who, while he very rarely screwed up in the course of the year, didn’t get the job done. Mulholland allowed four more runs which put Milwaukee ahead by one, and his replacement, Chris Haney, allowed one more on another homer to Jeff Cirillo in the ninth inning putting them ahead 10-8.
The bottom of the ninth came and it was crunch time for the Cubs again. After Mark Grace was retired, Sammy Sosa was up again and on a 2-2 count, pummeled #62 on another massive 480 foot blast to left field. The fans went absolutely insane, because not only did their beloved Sammy Sosa tie one of the most heralded records in all of baseball, but the Cubs were now only down by one in the ninth with only one out. Henry Rodriguez, who had a knee injury but was put in because the bench was short-handed, pinch-hit and doubled to right-center field, limping into second base before being pulled for pinch-runner Jason Maxwell. Just when you thought late-season pick-up Gary Gaetti could do it all, well, he did more, and drove in Maxwell on an RBI single, tying the game at ten. I never heard Wrigley Field louder than it was at that very moment. The game went to extra innings.
Rod Beck came in for the tenth inning and promptly shut down the Brewers in order, striking out two of them. The top of the order was due up for the Cubs in the bottom of the tenth, with Lance Johnson and Jose Hernandez going down quickly. The fans were excited, because if Mark Grace could get on, Sammy Sosa very well could’ve gone after home run #63, going ahead of Mark McGwire for the first time all season. Grace didn’t give him that chance, as he crushed a solo homer over the right field fence that won the game for the Cubs, appropriately enough on Gracie the Swan Beanie Babie day, no less. I remember being in the drive-through at Burger King with my mom and sister listening on the radio, flipping out in the car after he hit that game-winner. It was a very special game for me as a fan, and a very important one for the Cubs to win.
That was a spectacular series for the Cubs, and both teams scored a combined 72 runs in three games (the most I’d ever seen associated with the Cubs). Steve Stone said it best before the Sunday game, “Friday, Jim Riggleman felt like he was losing his best friend. Early in yesterday’s game, he felt like his friend had passed on. By the end of yesterday, he felt like someone bought him a new dog.” As silly as that is, it’s a great analogy, and an understandable one. A huge part of me wishes he still had the September 12th game on VHS, but at least I could salvage the September 13th game.
That’s that, Cubs fans. Initially I was going to make a list of five games that weren’t important enough for the list above, but I hold dear to me anyway. Well, I didn’t realize it was going to be this long, either! All I can say is, I’m sure this list will expand after this upcoming season, but we won’t know until it’s all said and done.
Pitchers and catchers report to Mesa, Arizona next Friday, and I couldn’t be more excited! Later all!
-Zach
Monday, January 26, 2009
"We Are Young, Wandering the Face of the Earth" - January 26, 2008
Happy New Year everyone! I should also say Happy Birthday to Edward Van Halen and Wayne Gretzky while I'm at it :D
So, it's 2009, so far it's been...interesting. I can't necessarily say it's been good or bad, though the ups have been considerably memorable so far and the downs are ones I can probably get over in no time. That said, it hasn't been all sugar mice and sunshine these days, which is an interesting and generally different approach to how things have been for me this past year.
Sometimes I go through my phases. These days, I've pretty much been thinking about the friends I've been able to maintain for awhile, and the ones I've lost. Let me tell you: The ones you think about the most are the ones you're more likely to lose. Why is that? Because I could consider some random guy a good friend, we stop talking, and really, it's not the end of the world to me. Then I could lose a fantastic friend by just growing apart, and the memories you have with them haunt you for awhile, because you realize those memories probably won't happen again, despite how much fun you had. And then, in the end, that's all you have...memories.
Don't ask me why I've been thinking about this lately because frankly, I couldn't tell you. Part of the reason is because I was just talking to someone today who I, at one point last year, considered my best friend in Lockport. She was always there for me, always for a good laugh, or just to have fun. I've seen her once the last two months and have hardly even spoken to her in that time, and frankly, it hurts. I miss her a lot, but I guess it's just a lesson of life?
Why do these things bother me so much and, to quote myself, "haunt" me? Perhaps it's just me being used to losing people I care about. Which is why I get so close to them and jump through rings of fire to make them happy, because the last thing I want to do is lose THEM, too. I've been lucky enough to have one best friend for fourteen years and another for eleven. The problem is, they live too far away from me to see them on a consistent basis. I haven't found someone I can consistently rely on here, which bothers me and really does make me uncomfortable at times, because if things go horribly, horribly wrong, I really don't have anyone I can fall back on.
That's not to say I don't have anyone to rely on. There are a select few who know who they are who I feel very good about these days. It's just that, considering my track record with people, I get a little paranoid about my relationships with people. It's why I hope people understand that when I get close to them, it's not just being annoying or overbearing. It's because, mentally, I'm afraid of losing another person in my life.
You know, if it were baseball season, I wouldn't have this much time to think :D
Ahh, so, typical intro rant aside, things have been interesting. The year started off in typical positive fashion. Spent a few days by Dale's, just did random stuff up at his place before migrating back home. Funny thing is we didn't really do anything worth talking about, just random bullshitting around, like we usually do whenever I stay over in the winter.
So, at home, this one girl and I became really close just a few days after I returned. For those who don't know, we had a very long history together and I guess things just came full circle with us and we started a relationship. I really liked her, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't anymore, because I do. But things happened, understandable things which nobody could really control, and for that, I totally understand that it didn't work out. I can hold out hope for the future, but as of now I really don't know how possible that is at this point. It hasn't gotten me down too much, guess it's the optimist inside of me. Oh well. She knows I wish her the best in everything she does, and she knows that I'm always going to be in the same place I am right now.
School's been fine, par for the course lately. My semester GPA was a 3.4 so I really have no complaints about that, and this quarter has been going by very well so far as well. School hasn't been much of a problem over the past year and a half, it's probably just the biggest annoyance I have to deal with for nine months of my life. And this weather certainly isn't inspiring enough for me to give a damn whenever I wake up in the morning, either.
One positive these days was the Cubs Convention, which was a decent haul again this year. Pulled off Billy Williams, Rich Harden, Ted Lilly, Sean Marshall, Doug Glanville, and Reed Johnson. Certainly not as noteworthy as the past couple years, but successful regardless. Of course, the Convention makes you yearn for baseball, which makes the currently-eighteen days before pitchers and catchers report to Arizona so much more excruciating. Still, more than halfway through the offseason and the first Spring Training game is one day less than a month away! So I'm starting to get excited.
That's about it. You can see there are bittersweet feelings running through me these days and really, they aren't as bad as I make them seem. Just too much time to think these days, about whatever crosses my mind. I need baseball, concerts and new music releases, etc., help take my mind off everything. This is how I was this time last year so I really can see myself bouncing back from where I am now.
Plans for next month? I'm really looking past February and crossing my fingers for March to come as soon as it possibly could, mostly for purposes of baseball and weather (but if it's anything like last year, the weather won't improve until May). February is easily my least favorite month of the year, always has been. I do have plans for this weekend, may head up by Sean's for the Super Bowl. Would be a nice end and a good beginning to the month of February. After that, no plans until March 2, nothing for Valentine's Day, etc.
Eh, I'm done. I have an English outline to do and can't think of a legitimate outro. See you next month!
-Zach
So, it's 2009, so far it's been...interesting. I can't necessarily say it's been good or bad, though the ups have been considerably memorable so far and the downs are ones I can probably get over in no time. That said, it hasn't been all sugar mice and sunshine these days, which is an interesting and generally different approach to how things have been for me this past year.
Sometimes I go through my phases. These days, I've pretty much been thinking about the friends I've been able to maintain for awhile, and the ones I've lost. Let me tell you: The ones you think about the most are the ones you're more likely to lose. Why is that? Because I could consider some random guy a good friend, we stop talking, and really, it's not the end of the world to me. Then I could lose a fantastic friend by just growing apart, and the memories you have with them haunt you for awhile, because you realize those memories probably won't happen again, despite how much fun you had. And then, in the end, that's all you have...memories.
Don't ask me why I've been thinking about this lately because frankly, I couldn't tell you. Part of the reason is because I was just talking to someone today who I, at one point last year, considered my best friend in Lockport. She was always there for me, always for a good laugh, or just to have fun. I've seen her once the last two months and have hardly even spoken to her in that time, and frankly, it hurts. I miss her a lot, but I guess it's just a lesson of life?
Why do these things bother me so much and, to quote myself, "haunt" me? Perhaps it's just me being used to losing people I care about. Which is why I get so close to them and jump through rings of fire to make them happy, because the last thing I want to do is lose THEM, too. I've been lucky enough to have one best friend for fourteen years and another for eleven. The problem is, they live too far away from me to see them on a consistent basis. I haven't found someone I can consistently rely on here, which bothers me and really does make me uncomfortable at times, because if things go horribly, horribly wrong, I really don't have anyone I can fall back on.
That's not to say I don't have anyone to rely on. There are a select few who know who they are who I feel very good about these days. It's just that, considering my track record with people, I get a little paranoid about my relationships with people. It's why I hope people understand that when I get close to them, it's not just being annoying or overbearing. It's because, mentally, I'm afraid of losing another person in my life.
You know, if it were baseball season, I wouldn't have this much time to think :D
Ahh, so, typical intro rant aside, things have been interesting. The year started off in typical positive fashion. Spent a few days by Dale's, just did random stuff up at his place before migrating back home. Funny thing is we didn't really do anything worth talking about, just random bullshitting around, like we usually do whenever I stay over in the winter.
So, at home, this one girl and I became really close just a few days after I returned. For those who don't know, we had a very long history together and I guess things just came full circle with us and we started a relationship. I really liked her, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't anymore, because I do. But things happened, understandable things which nobody could really control, and for that, I totally understand that it didn't work out. I can hold out hope for the future, but as of now I really don't know how possible that is at this point. It hasn't gotten me down too much, guess it's the optimist inside of me. Oh well. She knows I wish her the best in everything she does, and she knows that I'm always going to be in the same place I am right now.
School's been fine, par for the course lately. My semester GPA was a 3.4 so I really have no complaints about that, and this quarter has been going by very well so far as well. School hasn't been much of a problem over the past year and a half, it's probably just the biggest annoyance I have to deal with for nine months of my life. And this weather certainly isn't inspiring enough for me to give a damn whenever I wake up in the morning, either.
One positive these days was the Cubs Convention, which was a decent haul again this year. Pulled off Billy Williams, Rich Harden, Ted Lilly, Sean Marshall, Doug Glanville, and Reed Johnson. Certainly not as noteworthy as the past couple years, but successful regardless. Of course, the Convention makes you yearn for baseball, which makes the currently-eighteen days before pitchers and catchers report to Arizona so much more excruciating. Still, more than halfway through the offseason and the first Spring Training game is one day less than a month away! So I'm starting to get excited.
That's about it. You can see there are bittersweet feelings running through me these days and really, they aren't as bad as I make them seem. Just too much time to think these days, about whatever crosses my mind. I need baseball, concerts and new music releases, etc., help take my mind off everything. This is how I was this time last year so I really can see myself bouncing back from where I am now.
Plans for next month? I'm really looking past February and crossing my fingers for March to come as soon as it possibly could, mostly for purposes of baseball and weather (but if it's anything like last year, the weather won't improve until May). February is easily my least favorite month of the year, always has been. I do have plans for this weekend, may head up by Sean's for the Super Bowl. Would be a nice end and a good beginning to the month of February. After that, no plans until March 2, nothing for Valentine's Day, etc.
Eh, I'm done. I have an English outline to do and can't think of a legitimate outro. See you next month!
-Zach
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
"Yet ANOTHER Exercise in Self-Indulgence" - December 31, 2008 *Year Recap*
It’s the end of 2008 and quite frankly, I’m not happy.
Why do you ask? Well, these past 365 days were a massive 180 to what 2007 was. To be honest, I’m surprised that the year ended in such positive fashion, only because 2007 was so utterly horrendous, I really had the lowest expectations possible going into the New Year. But sometimes, low expectations call for great things. You don’t expect much to change, or much to happen, and then something surprises you. Before you know it, it’s another surprise after another surprise, all of which leaving their own special positive impact thus making for a very good year. Of course, when you end something on such a positive note, you always ask yourself, “If I had more time, what else could I have done?”
Part of the reason the year was so great is because I became a much stronger person, as far as accepting certain flaws as well as standing up for myself in specific situations. 2007 taught me a lot about things I needed to improve on in life, as far as fixing my pessimistic attitude, being the bigger person and trying to fix the relationship with my dad, understand why I’d failed in my relationships that past year, and work on getting my grades up in school. All of which, if you ask me, were overwhelming successes, and to be honest I attribute those four key factors as to why my 2008 will probably go down as the best year so far in the seventeen that I’ve seen. And I really don’t think I’m stretching it here.
I really do, honestly believe that I’m a tremendously different person than I was at the end of 2006, hell even the middle of 2007, because for the first time in my life I was willing to spend less time worrying about the little things and direct my focus to the big things around me. Believe It or not, that’s proven to be a much greater improvement of character than even I would’ve ever expected. Instead of worrying about “Oh, she doesn’t like me, what am I going to do,” these days I’ll just make an approach, and if it fails, you know what that means? To me, it essentially tells me that there’s another opportunity out there, and to be honest that’s an outlook I have every time I happen fail at something.
I’ve also mellowed out ridiculously. Sure I still have an obnoxious side but it’s nowhere near as apparent as it was, say, a year and a half ago. My obnoxiousness seems to have translated into more subdued, sharp-witted humor. How that happened, I don’t know, perhaps that’s another flaw that I had sub-consciously decided to fix, because I do realize it was a problem. Sure, a nickname like “Megaphone” comes around now and again, because I still haven’t completely gotten over that side of me (and probably never will) but I have it under so much better control than it used to be, and it’s really helped me socially.
One issue I still have is my low self-esteem, which translates to low confidence in certain situations I have to face in life. Granted, I have and probably always will view myself as a great person who seeks out the best in other people and always tries to help them with something in their best interest. But based on the events that occurred in 2007, my self-esteem took such a massive blow I haven’t been able to get over it, despite all the positives I’ve encountered. And it bothers me when I have people saying that I “shouldn’t have the problem because I’m such a wonderful person.” Honestly, I firmly believe that it’s a mental block you simply can’t just “get over.” It’s going to take awhile for me to overcome that. Funniest thing is, I’m a very ambitious person with a lot of goals that I want to reach. Which is a plus, because it shows that I’m starting to build up some personal confidence and realize that if I want to do something, I can make sure it’s done, no matter what the task may be.
So, the purpose of this whole thing is to recap the year, yes? Well, just like any story, you start from the beginning. I ended 2007 with a “it can’t get much worse than this” attitude, meaning that while I didn’t have drastically high expectations, I had a better feeling about the year in general. For the fifth year in a row, I spent my New Years by Dale’s place up in Chicago, which was a lot of fun. Shoveling with three hours left to go, counting down with Collective Soul on CBS that night. That was a particular New Years celebration I’ll have a difficult time forgetting, because it was the end of one of the darkest chapters in my life and the start of hopefully something better.
Well, we ended that stay on the second day of the year, with a fun trip to Chicago Ridge Mall with some friends (really just one, which was Marcella, since to be honest I haven’t been the biggest fan of really anyone else I met that day and still, am not, really). I took the ride home later that evening and, to my joy, realized that I still had a good five days left of my winter break. So I slept in and just relaxed, since I’d spent a long week up in Chicago as it was. Sadly, it was back to school the next week, but luckily, unlike the clusterfuck that was 2007, my final exams were actually before break, so the semester started with a clean slate. Which was nice, less for me to worry about over my vacation. Glad they decided to stick to that format.
Anywho, the rest of January was a bit of a drag, though I did have another successful haul at the Cubs Convention. I took off school that Friday and spent Thursday night at my uncle’s, and this worked in our favor, because we got there early enough for an Alfonso Soriano autograph and picture. Sure, he’s a flop and I can’t stand him, but you just cannot diminish the value of it! Also just the weekend following, there was a back and forth between Dale and I on the phone in the early afternoon, because he managed to get Rush tickets at the United Center for June 9th! Long wait, but damn well worth it. So, clearly, January was off to a solid start, which was definitely a lift to my spirits.
February was very bland. I’m sure you all remember my stories about February ’07 being a remarkable period of inspiration in my life, from getting closer to a beautiful girl to watching snow fall so majestically in a way I hadn’t seen it fall before. Wish I could say the same for this year. By this point, I just wanted the snow to go away, I had nothing special going on, and there was no Super Bowl excitement without the Bears there (although it was good to see the Giants kick some Patriot ass!). It just wasn’t the best month, and frankly I was just counting the days before spring would come along.
I’ll never forget one night, though. I went to Cait’s birthday party which was an absolute blast, although my night was ruined by my father coming home at four in the morning the following night without even calling after a party. That’s not the norm around here, so my mother and I were scared shitless. So even when I have a very fun evening, I couldn’t find solace that night. Felt like the same old shit happening again. Pretty much the only downside in the first two months of the year, so nothing too bad to complain about, really.
So we move on to March, which wasn’t that memorable either, to be honest. Although am I the only person who has those days that, no matter how insignificant they may be, you just remember them so ridiculously well? For some reason I remember St. Patrick’s Day vividly, as I spent that day with Laura, Cortez, Jess, and Dave, and we all saw “Horton Hears a Who” (why is it that movies between January and April always suck massively that your last resort is that?). Sweet movie for what it was worth, and a great day to boot.
Another bad experience was coming back from my uncle’s before Easter and having my dad embarrass me in front of them—second time in a month, mind you—thus causing my dad and I to not speak to each other for about a week, the longest feud we’ve ever had, which may have been the best thing for us. I really cannot think of a time since that incident when he and I have had a bad fight, when before it used to happen on a considerably consistent basis.
This leads us up to April, and still, no warm weather. Baseball season had begun, the fourth quarter of school had begun, and life was good. The Cubs showed promise and delivered on it early, my grades were solid, seriously, who was I to argue with how things were going? Though to be honest, it wasn’t as notable as April 2007 was, not as much going on. Rush’s new live CD came out in the middle of the month, which was definitely something to hold me over until the show in a couple months.
May was perfect as it usually is. School gets out later that month and you just keep the countdown tally going as to when you get the hell out of there (alright, so maybe I’m the only one who does that, so what?). Not to mention, summer plans start to get together, which makes the anticipation to leave so much worse, really.
Sophomore year was so far my best year of high school (so far, Junior year’s not measuring up) and really, may go down as one of the better years of my education life. Lots of memories, from Mr. Russell’s American Government class, to Mrs. Ireland’s Journalism course, and most of all, Mr. Kane’s Physical Science. Most of my memories come from that class, actually, primarily with Lauren, Stacey, Megan, and Mark. Though I gotta admit, sometimes it killed me to see someone who I still cared so strongly for despite everything that went down between her and I have some of the issues she did, and even worse me not knowing the purpose behind any of it.
May ended in positive fashion, school year ended positively, which led up to a very optimistic June. My last weekend in May I had taken a trip to Peoria to see the Chiefs, and that was a very good trip, despite the ending where I had to deal with a bout of food poisoning when I got home. Amazing free breakfast my ass!
Anywho, I had so much planned the month of June, and really had myself booked up for the first three weekends back in late April. Lucky for me, none of those plans fell through; all of them were resounding successes. My summer essentially began with Laura’s birthday party, which was a whole lot of fun seeing certain people and meeting new ones in the process. The next day we went to my sister’s 8th grade graduation dinner, where my uncle graciously gave me tickets to the Cubs vs. Braves game on June 10th, and also gave me Brewers tickets for a trip he and I would take up there in late July. So my summer started off essentially, well, perfectly.
So, the rest of the week was just used to relax. I went to Max’s birthday party that Friday which he had graciously set on that day because I was leaving for a week in Chicago the following day. That was another great experience, just playing football, having a bonfire, and messing around with friends. I remember sitting out on Max's porch with Laura waiting for our ride, staring at the sky and just talking about life. That was a great evening. But the fun was just beginning.
That Saturday, which was June 7th, Dale and his folks picked me up at my place late in the evening, in a very hot, muggy late spring evening (unseasonably warm, guess the heat was compensating for the winter that overstayed it’s welcome, eh Al Gore!?). This would be the start of an outstanding week in Chicago, which started off with Dale and I just messing around and resting. The next day was pretty much the same thing, since the weather was bad and much of it was spent mellowed out in the house. Though we did have an interesting walk to Arby’s that day, where we saw a ton of older friends in unexpected places. But that’s about it.
The following day was the day of the Rush show we’d waited four months for, and to be honest the long wait really paid off. Since Dale was at band early, I got to sleep in until 10:30. First time I ever slept past eight in his house, haha. I entertained myself with my Nintendo 64 while he was gone, but when he came back we headed to Burger King and swiftly headed back home. We met up with our good pal Ray around 4:30 (later than we wanted, but he had work, so it’s forgiven) after doing some yard work in the rain, and left for the United Center about a half hour later after spending time to search for directions. We had dinner at this God-awful place called Moretti’s (thanks a lot, Rush fans!) since it was right by the venue, and got to the United Center around 7:10, just a half hour before estimated show time, so we were behind schedule. I won’t indulge into how the show was, except the fact that it was perhaps the best show I’d seen in my life (I know I said that about Rush last September, but it’s not my fault they just keep getting better!).
So after returning back from a very long day, we both hit the hay early, especially considering I had a very long day ahead of me following that. On that next day, I left Dale’s around two, because Sean, my uncle and I had to get to Wrigley Field to see batting practice at the Cubs / Braves game. What a great game, too! Cubs won 10-5 no thanks to Home Run Howry and thanks to a three-run jack by Geovany Soto. That game was a blast, and after returning home, the next few days were leisure days. I pretty much helped my uncle around the house, watched the Cubs’ 1948 game with my grandma (she’s a huge Cubs fan, thanks to my late-grandfather), etc. But I’d headed to Sean’s place on that Friday; we went to the White Sox / Rockies game at U.S. Cellular Field that evening and had a blast.
The next day we pretty much decided to relive nostalgia for the majority of it. We helped out in removing the pool cover of a family friend of theirs that morning, then went swimming, and eventually spent a good four hours playing All Star Baseball 2000 and FIFA World Cup ’98 on the N64. It’s what we did when we were young lads, so that was a nice time to revisit. After a great dinner from his mother, we watched some baseball, played MLB 2K8, I showed him the Tourette’s Guy video and had him crying at how funny it was, and then we retired. Due to a baseball game he had the next day, I had to leave. I returned to my uncle’s, we watched the Cubs against the Blue Jays in Toronto, and then I headed home. My long, phenomenal week had come to a close. I’m sure you’re all glad, I indulged into that more than I should’ve, haha.
The rest of June was a drag, except when I got Motley Crue tickets for the second row in mid-July! Also, very suddenly Dale and I made plans to head up to Summerfest on the first day of July in Milwaukee to see O.A.R. (we wanted to see Rush again, but we couldn’t get up there that day). I came up on June 30th, we played baseball, had some dinner, I had some fun with the neighbors while he was at band that evening. When he came back, we just hung out on the porch (after chasing his ass around for throwing a drum stick at my foot), enjoyed the mid-70s early-summer weather while listening to the Sox game, and headed back to play Mario Kart in his basement. We eventually ended up playing MVP 05 on the GameCube and doing our own broadcast, stacking my camera on about 20 different VHS cases. We watched Whose Line is it Anyway for the rest of the evening and went to sleep at four, only to wake up at eight.
The next day was when we left for Summerfest. Not much to say about that, really. We arrived at 2:15, set up the camper, and headed to the festival grounds. Saw some great bands, had much nicer weather (unlike the 100+ degree day we had in 2007), partied with the folks at the O.A.R. show (many Illinois folks, actually), just a great day. The marijuana scent in the air was a fond reminder as to why outdoor festival concerts are such a blast, haha. We retired to the camper around 12:30 and hit the hay. We left early the next day to return home, to which I had another busy day ahead of me. I would be picked up by my family, and we headed to Taste of Chicago. Great experience, the rain was nice, to be honest, and the Cubs were playing in the West Coast so I wasn’t going to miss it thanks to the late start. Probably the most exhausting day of the summer though, two major festivals in two days ain’t easy on you, trust me.
Fourth of July was uneventful (good, I needed a break) and for the most part didn’t do much until the middle came around. Went to Dave’s party on the 12th which was a ton of fun, and also had the MLB All Star Game three days later (which really I didn’t care much for). The next day was Cruefest in the second row with Cortez, which was a hell of a time. Talked to some of the titty cam girls (got one’s number, but haven’t spoken to her since July, haha), interacted with the band, and just had an awesome time, one of the best concerts I’ve had the pleasure of attending. Following that show, my dad and I went to a Chicago Fire game that Saturday, the 19th, which ended in a tie. But a Fire game in the second row in beautiful weather, with Toyota Park being ten minutes from the place you used to proudly call home? Come on now, that’s a great feeling.
July ended with that trip my uncle and I took up to Milwaukee. Saw the Police again and two Brewers games (one win, one loss), and also went up to Germanfest, which was pretty nice. For the most part it was a nice relaxing getaway, despite having to deal with seeing the Brewers who I have tremendous respect for briefly take over first place in the Central in front of my eyes (didn’t last long, since we destroyed ‘em in a sweep the next week). We returned that Sunday the 27th, watched the Cubs game, then I helped him with some of my grandmother’s plants later that evening accompanied by an unusual accordion player down the street (I’ll tell you, as dorky as it sounds, the melodies he was playing were so beautiful, it fit the mood of a mid-summer evening back in your “hometown” absolutely perfectly. That’s a very fond memory I have). That Monday we headed to Navy Pier to see “The Dark Knight” in IMAX, followed by Harry Caray’s for dinner. The next day my uncle and I accompanied by Sean went to the minor league game between Peoria and the Kane County Cougars at Wrigley Field, which was such a corporate sell-out game, I was simply appalled. Only National City execs could get a Ryne Sandberg autograph instead of us fans who waited an hour and a half for it? Thanks a lot, assholes.
So, I returned home on the 30th, which effectively ended my July in prime fashion. August showed promise, well, at least half of it with school starting. On August 5th the family headed up to Wrigley Field once again to see the Cubs take on Houston, which was a wonderful comeback victory courtesy of an Alfonso Soriano three-run homer (I still don’t like him). That was a great day, but another very exhausting one. To be honest by this point I was actually beginning to get worn out. I spent the last free week I had sleeping in, watching the Cubs against Atlanta, savoring every free minute I had left. School began on the 15th which was a major drag, but to be honest it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.
I also was lucky enough to reunite with someone towards the end of the month who’d left one of the most significant impacts on my life, even though I’m sure she’d be modest enough not to think so. Our relationship had been rocky for several reasons which had all been cleared up eventually, and frankly this was one of the higher points as far as personal relationships are concerned for the entire year. She knows who she is, and I’m very glad to say things are evened out between us.
September was a bore. Really, I don’t even have that much to say. I did see one of the best Cub games of my life that month, on September 18th against Milwaukee, which was a come-from-behind win taken to twelve innings. We all knew the Cubs were going to clinch the NL Central, that was pretty much the only exciting thing about it. That happened on Homecoming day, which was also nothing really special (though I did have an awesome, humorous discussion with Stacey that night, despite the subject matter). Honestly, that’s about it. Shame, huh?
October, on the other hand, had proven to be more entertaining, though because of my primary focus on school I had a difficult time doing as many cool things as I had been doing for most of the year. My month started negative, not so much personally though. I went to NLDS Game 1 at Wrigley Field between the Cubs and Dodgers, and any baseball fan knows how that one ended. Mark DeRosa got the big two-run homer, but then we allowed seven runs losing, as you can imagine, 7-2. This was the beginning of the end, as we would lose the next two games and were swept out of postseason contention. Lazy bastards. 97 wins are absolutely meaningless when you can’t win ONE SINGLE PLAYOFF GAME!
The rest of the month was considerably busy. My parents’ anniversary was on the 10th, and the next weekend was my uncle’s birthday dinner. I don’t get many chances to eat prime rib, but if I get the chance to do so two weeks in a row, who am I to complain!? Anywho, I basically spent two weeks following that anticipating my birthday, which was on the 29th. Better than I’d expected despite being on a Wednesday. Got the new Madden game, NHL 09, a box of Upper Deck baseball cards, a Blackhawks hoodie, tickets to get autographs from Mark Grace and Lou Piniella in November, and best of all, AC/DC tickets for that Saturday! It was a great birthday, much to my surprise.
So naturally, November began with the AC/DC show, which was one of the best shows I’d seen in my life. I swear, between both Rush shows, Cruefest, AC/DC, Sammy Hagar on stage, Collective Soul from the seventh row, and Genesis the past couple years, I’ve seen some of the best shows I ever have in my nine years of concert-going. But AC/DC were stellar, great setlist, great energy. Just not the best venue in the world, but hey, can’t be perfect, can it?
The next few weeks would be a drag, watching Kyle Orton get hurt (and rushed back to play way too quickly) for the Bears, dealing with stresses of school, etc. However, on the weekend of November 21, I went to stay up by my uncle’s to meet the aforementioned baseball figures from my birthday. That was a successful weekend, saw a ton of autographed memorabilia, even met AL Rookie of the Year Evan Longoria on a quick last-minute decision. That was a hell of a weekend, of course I came home on the 23rd and had to take school off the next day because I had another bout with food poisoning. Funny, in seventeen years of life I only had to deal with it once, and this year alone I had it twice. Damn.
Anyway, in just a matter of days, in time for Thanksgiving break, I returned up to my uncle’s to help with Christmas decorations and such. Thanksgiving with the family was nice, no complaints about that. The following day my uncle and I went doorbusting, which was a lot of fun. Spent about three hours out shopping around, and when we got back to the house, we picked up my grandma, had breakfast, and immediately started putting up Christmas decorations. It was probably one of the busier days of the year, because I woke up at three in the morning and went to sleep at eleven that night. The next couple days were relaxing, went downtown to my uncle’s for the morning, finally saw “Quantum of Solace” (which I’d end up seeing three more times), and returned home. The rest of the weekend was spent secluded, for the most part, watching college football and hockey. It was a nice getaway.
But all good things must come to an end, eh? I had to go back to school starting right at the beginning of December, but luckily it was only three more weeks until vacation. Not much really went down throughout the course of the month until vacation came around, to be honest. I was absolutely drained down the stretch, getting sore, and working too damn hard for my own good. But certain positive aspects came out of it, definitely. Especially the start of a vacation I, and I’m sure many others, so desperately needed.
Vacation began on December 19 in a somewhat unusual day with school. We had a huge ice / snow storm that night and I expected school to be cancelled (which I didn't want, last thing I needed was to have to come back from vacation and take a final exam). I got to sleep late, school started two hours later, so I woke up at 8:30, watched Spin City for the first time in ages, and went to school. Very good day, and a great way to kick-off my vacation.
Not much went down until Christmas, and let me just say, Christmas was a BLAST. Got tons of stuff, lots of Cubs paraphernalia, such as a new alternate blue Mark Grace jersey, a 2008 plaque for my wall, and autographs of Ryan Dempster, Ryan Theriot, Carlos Marmol, Mark DeRosa, and for unusual measure, CC Sabathia in a Brewers uniform. Also got Blackhawks tickets for January 4th, a new DVD/VCR, a new digital camera, music, the Genesis 1983-1998 box set. I got a massive haul this year and I'm damn proud of that.
The next few days were a drag, not much happened until I saw Jeff Dunham last night with my dad up in Rosemont. That was a very funny experience, Dunham is easily one of the funniest people in the business today. Worth the $50, definitely. "Taste a Vagina!"
So tonight, we arrive at. Today I woke up at noon, went to my grandma's for awhile, and then proceeded to go by Dale's place for our traditional New Years celebration. Who knows what we'll be doing tonight. Probably head to Chuck's after his haircut, then watch the Snakes & Arrows DVD for the first time since I got it last month, and ring in the New Year with a visit to the guys at Pirate radio. Afterwards we'll probably run around the block throwing Triscuits around like confetti, because that's just the kinda guys we are. And before you know it, it'll be 2009!
There you have it. The end of 2008 and a damn fine summary of it, if I must say so myself. I’m gonna miss this year. So many things happened, and really this summary is just about as long as last year’s, much to my surprise it may actually be shorter. But I believe I summed it up nicely. All four goals were accomplished: Improve things with my dad, keep my grades better, my pessimism is almost non-existent, and I’ve learned from relationships how to improve myself. Mission accomplished.
NEW YEARS RESOLUTION: LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES IN 2008, AND CAPITALIZE ON THEM IN 2009.
I will extend it though, to give a few shout-outs to those who made this past year what it was. I simply cannot have you all read such ridiculous self-indulgence without throwing out a few thank yous in the process. Last year I basically just gave a “Thanks a lot, you know who you are,” but this year is different. This year would not go down as one of the best I’ve been lucky enough to have experienced without these people on the list, and I honestly would feel very poorly if I didn’t extend my gratitude to these special people.
Dale – Another year in the books, and another year of awesome music, videos, and stories to tell down the road. There’s a reason you’ve been my best friend going-on thirteen years, and if this year wasn’t an example of that, from the Rush show to Summerfest to another classic New Years celebration, then I really don’t know what is. Thanks a lot, buddy, you deserve it.
Sean – My other longest-lasting friend, who deserves a shout out as well. We didn’t chill as much as we wanted to this past year, but nevertheless, the times we did were just great. Someday we’ll get those usher jobs at Wrigley and I’ll be seeing you everyday, but until then, what was accomplished this past year was great. Thanks, man.
Brian – Brian, my good friend, off to college and away from here. All I have to say is “You lucky bastard!” Hope life’s treating you well and I have to admit, I miss my daily Freddy Bynum joke around here. Take care, man, you’ve been missed. Keep on rockin’ through the night, my friend!
Laura – You were there since the start of the year, and what’s sad is I haven’t seen you as much as I’d hoped toward the end of the year. But we had some good memories, from the movies to your party to talking before school everyday. Thanks for contributing. You've been one of the best friends a guy like me could ask for and I'm proud I can say that.
Marcella – My amazing Asian sister. I know I lose my temper with you and the things you do, but you know the reasons I do. While I don’t see you as much as I’d like, I saw you more than I expected to this year, and those were fun times. So thank you, and take care of my best friend for me *wink*
Stacey – I know you only contributed to about a third of the year, but you still deserve something. Why? You said in a survey that you didn’t think you made a difference in anyone’s life, but you’ve made a significant one in mine, whether you believe it or not. You taught me a lot about myself that I didn’t know two years ago which helped me become who I am today and I thank you for that, and it’s good to have the Stacey from before back in my life these days. Your dedication was longer than the others because I didn’t get the chance to thank you last year. You've become one of my very best friends despite our history, and I'm very happy about that.
Max – We haven’t talked recently man, but I gotta say it was a good year, especially towards the end of German last year. Miss ya this year bro, take care of yourself, and keep kickin’ ass with Martial Law!
Auston – Good to be seeing you everyday again, man. You’ve always been a quality friend, always helped me out with stuff, and always provided a good conversation. Thanks man.
Cait – I know towards the end of the year we didn’t talk so much, except around the playoff time with our Cubs / Sox battles, but for the first half we kept in touch a lot and I know I tried to help you with a lot of things. Thanks for continuing to make the Cubs / Sox rivalry interesting, I look forward to next season.
Lauren - You deserve a dedication as well, you've become a very valuable friend to me and I completely respect everything you've done for me and helped me with over the past year. Not many are willing enough to take time out and do that, so thank you.
Of course, along with the thank yous I could extend a couple of fuck yous as well, but I’ve decided to stay classy and let the past remain the past.
So, forecast for 2009? None of us really know, I sure as hell didn’t expect to make so much progress personally this year, but I did. I’m going into 2009 optimistically, though not with too many high expectations. If I learned anything from this past year it was to never get your hopes up too high, because you may just be disappointed. If you go in with low or moderate expectations, things may end up better than you’d expect. That was my mentality throughout 2008, and it turned out to be one hell of a year. Screw 2009 being a "new beginning" for me, as far as I'm concerned 2009 is just a higher number, for me it's essentially going to be a continuation of 2008, hopefully keeping things on the high they're currently at.
Question marks going into the New Year: Will my Cubs finally learn and maybe win a damn playoff game? Will I finally get to see the Bruce Springsteen for the first time? Which friends are going to continue to stand by me? Will I find a relationship and be able to stabilize it? Who knows?
Being a very nostalgic person for much of my life, especially this year with the Nintendo 64 abuse, viewing of old Cubs games on VHS, and catching up with some old friends, I’d like to leave with a random lyric I wrote, one of my favorites. It’s uplifting, and it’s about positive reflection on life, from a piece I submitted to school for Visions.
“So at these crossroads, we return
To the days that we conquered the world.
We were kings in our own memories
As those times in life fade to history.”
This is Zach, signing off for 2008. It’s been a riot, and you were there for the experience. Thank you all, take care, and have a great night!
-Zach
Why do you ask? Well, these past 365 days were a massive 180 to what 2007 was. To be honest, I’m surprised that the year ended in such positive fashion, only because 2007 was so utterly horrendous, I really had the lowest expectations possible going into the New Year. But sometimes, low expectations call for great things. You don’t expect much to change, or much to happen, and then something surprises you. Before you know it, it’s another surprise after another surprise, all of which leaving their own special positive impact thus making for a very good year. Of course, when you end something on such a positive note, you always ask yourself, “If I had more time, what else could I have done?”
Part of the reason the year was so great is because I became a much stronger person, as far as accepting certain flaws as well as standing up for myself in specific situations. 2007 taught me a lot about things I needed to improve on in life, as far as fixing my pessimistic attitude, being the bigger person and trying to fix the relationship with my dad, understand why I’d failed in my relationships that past year, and work on getting my grades up in school. All of which, if you ask me, were overwhelming successes, and to be honest I attribute those four key factors as to why my 2008 will probably go down as the best year so far in the seventeen that I’ve seen. And I really don’t think I’m stretching it here.
I really do, honestly believe that I’m a tremendously different person than I was at the end of 2006, hell even the middle of 2007, because for the first time in my life I was willing to spend less time worrying about the little things and direct my focus to the big things around me. Believe It or not, that’s proven to be a much greater improvement of character than even I would’ve ever expected. Instead of worrying about “Oh, she doesn’t like me, what am I going to do,” these days I’ll just make an approach, and if it fails, you know what that means? To me, it essentially tells me that there’s another opportunity out there, and to be honest that’s an outlook I have every time I happen fail at something.
I’ve also mellowed out ridiculously. Sure I still have an obnoxious side but it’s nowhere near as apparent as it was, say, a year and a half ago. My obnoxiousness seems to have translated into more subdued, sharp-witted humor. How that happened, I don’t know, perhaps that’s another flaw that I had sub-consciously decided to fix, because I do realize it was a problem. Sure, a nickname like “Megaphone” comes around now and again, because I still haven’t completely gotten over that side of me (and probably never will) but I have it under so much better control than it used to be, and it’s really helped me socially.
One issue I still have is my low self-esteem, which translates to low confidence in certain situations I have to face in life. Granted, I have and probably always will view myself as a great person who seeks out the best in other people and always tries to help them with something in their best interest. But based on the events that occurred in 2007, my self-esteem took such a massive blow I haven’t been able to get over it, despite all the positives I’ve encountered. And it bothers me when I have people saying that I “shouldn’t have the problem because I’m such a wonderful person.” Honestly, I firmly believe that it’s a mental block you simply can’t just “get over.” It’s going to take awhile for me to overcome that. Funniest thing is, I’m a very ambitious person with a lot of goals that I want to reach. Which is a plus, because it shows that I’m starting to build up some personal confidence and realize that if I want to do something, I can make sure it’s done, no matter what the task may be.
So, the purpose of this whole thing is to recap the year, yes? Well, just like any story, you start from the beginning. I ended 2007 with a “it can’t get much worse than this” attitude, meaning that while I didn’t have drastically high expectations, I had a better feeling about the year in general. For the fifth year in a row, I spent my New Years by Dale’s place up in Chicago, which was a lot of fun. Shoveling with three hours left to go, counting down with Collective Soul on CBS that night. That was a particular New Years celebration I’ll have a difficult time forgetting, because it was the end of one of the darkest chapters in my life and the start of hopefully something better.
Well, we ended that stay on the second day of the year, with a fun trip to Chicago Ridge Mall with some friends (really just one, which was Marcella, since to be honest I haven’t been the biggest fan of really anyone else I met that day and still, am not, really). I took the ride home later that evening and, to my joy, realized that I still had a good five days left of my winter break. So I slept in and just relaxed, since I’d spent a long week up in Chicago as it was. Sadly, it was back to school the next week, but luckily, unlike the clusterfuck that was 2007, my final exams were actually before break, so the semester started with a clean slate. Which was nice, less for me to worry about over my vacation. Glad they decided to stick to that format.
Anywho, the rest of January was a bit of a drag, though I did have another successful haul at the Cubs Convention. I took off school that Friday and spent Thursday night at my uncle’s, and this worked in our favor, because we got there early enough for an Alfonso Soriano autograph and picture. Sure, he’s a flop and I can’t stand him, but you just cannot diminish the value of it! Also just the weekend following, there was a back and forth between Dale and I on the phone in the early afternoon, because he managed to get Rush tickets at the United Center for June 9th! Long wait, but damn well worth it. So, clearly, January was off to a solid start, which was definitely a lift to my spirits.
February was very bland. I’m sure you all remember my stories about February ’07 being a remarkable period of inspiration in my life, from getting closer to a beautiful girl to watching snow fall so majestically in a way I hadn’t seen it fall before. Wish I could say the same for this year. By this point, I just wanted the snow to go away, I had nothing special going on, and there was no Super Bowl excitement without the Bears there (although it was good to see the Giants kick some Patriot ass!). It just wasn’t the best month, and frankly I was just counting the days before spring would come along.
I’ll never forget one night, though. I went to Cait’s birthday party which was an absolute blast, although my night was ruined by my father coming home at four in the morning the following night without even calling after a party. That’s not the norm around here, so my mother and I were scared shitless. So even when I have a very fun evening, I couldn’t find solace that night. Felt like the same old shit happening again. Pretty much the only downside in the first two months of the year, so nothing too bad to complain about, really.
So we move on to March, which wasn’t that memorable either, to be honest. Although am I the only person who has those days that, no matter how insignificant they may be, you just remember them so ridiculously well? For some reason I remember St. Patrick’s Day vividly, as I spent that day with Laura, Cortez, Jess, and Dave, and we all saw “Horton Hears a Who” (why is it that movies between January and April always suck massively that your last resort is that?). Sweet movie for what it was worth, and a great day to boot.
Another bad experience was coming back from my uncle’s before Easter and having my dad embarrass me in front of them—second time in a month, mind you—thus causing my dad and I to not speak to each other for about a week, the longest feud we’ve ever had, which may have been the best thing for us. I really cannot think of a time since that incident when he and I have had a bad fight, when before it used to happen on a considerably consistent basis.
This leads us up to April, and still, no warm weather. Baseball season had begun, the fourth quarter of school had begun, and life was good. The Cubs showed promise and delivered on it early, my grades were solid, seriously, who was I to argue with how things were going? Though to be honest, it wasn’t as notable as April 2007 was, not as much going on. Rush’s new live CD came out in the middle of the month, which was definitely something to hold me over until the show in a couple months.
May was perfect as it usually is. School gets out later that month and you just keep the countdown tally going as to when you get the hell out of there (alright, so maybe I’m the only one who does that, so what?). Not to mention, summer plans start to get together, which makes the anticipation to leave so much worse, really.
Sophomore year was so far my best year of high school (so far, Junior year’s not measuring up) and really, may go down as one of the better years of my education life. Lots of memories, from Mr. Russell’s American Government class, to Mrs. Ireland’s Journalism course, and most of all, Mr. Kane’s Physical Science. Most of my memories come from that class, actually, primarily with Lauren, Stacey, Megan, and Mark. Though I gotta admit, sometimes it killed me to see someone who I still cared so strongly for despite everything that went down between her and I have some of the issues she did, and even worse me not knowing the purpose behind any of it.
May ended in positive fashion, school year ended positively, which led up to a very optimistic June. My last weekend in May I had taken a trip to Peoria to see the Chiefs, and that was a very good trip, despite the ending where I had to deal with a bout of food poisoning when I got home. Amazing free breakfast my ass!
Anywho, I had so much planned the month of June, and really had myself booked up for the first three weekends back in late April. Lucky for me, none of those plans fell through; all of them were resounding successes. My summer essentially began with Laura’s birthday party, which was a whole lot of fun seeing certain people and meeting new ones in the process. The next day we went to my sister’s 8th grade graduation dinner, where my uncle graciously gave me tickets to the Cubs vs. Braves game on June 10th, and also gave me Brewers tickets for a trip he and I would take up there in late July. So my summer started off essentially, well, perfectly.
So, the rest of the week was just used to relax. I went to Max’s birthday party that Friday which he had graciously set on that day because I was leaving for a week in Chicago the following day. That was another great experience, just playing football, having a bonfire, and messing around with friends. I remember sitting out on Max's porch with Laura waiting for our ride, staring at the sky and just talking about life. That was a great evening. But the fun was just beginning.
That Saturday, which was June 7th, Dale and his folks picked me up at my place late in the evening, in a very hot, muggy late spring evening (unseasonably warm, guess the heat was compensating for the winter that overstayed it’s welcome, eh Al Gore!?). This would be the start of an outstanding week in Chicago, which started off with Dale and I just messing around and resting. The next day was pretty much the same thing, since the weather was bad and much of it was spent mellowed out in the house. Though we did have an interesting walk to Arby’s that day, where we saw a ton of older friends in unexpected places. But that’s about it.
The following day was the day of the Rush show we’d waited four months for, and to be honest the long wait really paid off. Since Dale was at band early, I got to sleep in until 10:30. First time I ever slept past eight in his house, haha. I entertained myself with my Nintendo 64 while he was gone, but when he came back we headed to Burger King and swiftly headed back home. We met up with our good pal Ray around 4:30 (later than we wanted, but he had work, so it’s forgiven) after doing some yard work in the rain, and left for the United Center about a half hour later after spending time to search for directions. We had dinner at this God-awful place called Moretti’s (thanks a lot, Rush fans!) since it was right by the venue, and got to the United Center around 7:10, just a half hour before estimated show time, so we were behind schedule. I won’t indulge into how the show was, except the fact that it was perhaps the best show I’d seen in my life (I know I said that about Rush last September, but it’s not my fault they just keep getting better!).
So after returning back from a very long day, we both hit the hay early, especially considering I had a very long day ahead of me following that. On that next day, I left Dale’s around two, because Sean, my uncle and I had to get to Wrigley Field to see batting practice at the Cubs / Braves game. What a great game, too! Cubs won 10-5 no thanks to Home Run Howry and thanks to a three-run jack by Geovany Soto. That game was a blast, and after returning home, the next few days were leisure days. I pretty much helped my uncle around the house, watched the Cubs’ 1948 game with my grandma (she’s a huge Cubs fan, thanks to my late-grandfather), etc. But I’d headed to Sean’s place on that Friday; we went to the White Sox / Rockies game at U.S. Cellular Field that evening and had a blast.
The next day we pretty much decided to relive nostalgia for the majority of it. We helped out in removing the pool cover of a family friend of theirs that morning, then went swimming, and eventually spent a good four hours playing All Star Baseball 2000 and FIFA World Cup ’98 on the N64. It’s what we did when we were young lads, so that was a nice time to revisit. After a great dinner from his mother, we watched some baseball, played MLB 2K8, I showed him the Tourette’s Guy video and had him crying at how funny it was, and then we retired. Due to a baseball game he had the next day, I had to leave. I returned to my uncle’s, we watched the Cubs against the Blue Jays in Toronto, and then I headed home. My long, phenomenal week had come to a close. I’m sure you’re all glad, I indulged into that more than I should’ve, haha.
The rest of June was a drag, except when I got Motley Crue tickets for the second row in mid-July! Also, very suddenly Dale and I made plans to head up to Summerfest on the first day of July in Milwaukee to see O.A.R. (we wanted to see Rush again, but we couldn’t get up there that day). I came up on June 30th, we played baseball, had some dinner, I had some fun with the neighbors while he was at band that evening. When he came back, we just hung out on the porch (after chasing his ass around for throwing a drum stick at my foot), enjoyed the mid-70s early-summer weather while listening to the Sox game, and headed back to play Mario Kart in his basement. We eventually ended up playing MVP 05 on the GameCube and doing our own broadcast, stacking my camera on about 20 different VHS cases. We watched Whose Line is it Anyway for the rest of the evening and went to sleep at four, only to wake up at eight.
The next day was when we left for Summerfest. Not much to say about that, really. We arrived at 2:15, set up the camper, and headed to the festival grounds. Saw some great bands, had much nicer weather (unlike the 100+ degree day we had in 2007), partied with the folks at the O.A.R. show (many Illinois folks, actually), just a great day. The marijuana scent in the air was a fond reminder as to why outdoor festival concerts are such a blast, haha. We retired to the camper around 12:30 and hit the hay. We left early the next day to return home, to which I had another busy day ahead of me. I would be picked up by my family, and we headed to Taste of Chicago. Great experience, the rain was nice, to be honest, and the Cubs were playing in the West Coast so I wasn’t going to miss it thanks to the late start. Probably the most exhausting day of the summer though, two major festivals in two days ain’t easy on you, trust me.
Fourth of July was uneventful (good, I needed a break) and for the most part didn’t do much until the middle came around. Went to Dave’s party on the 12th which was a ton of fun, and also had the MLB All Star Game three days later (which really I didn’t care much for). The next day was Cruefest in the second row with Cortez, which was a hell of a time. Talked to some of the titty cam girls (got one’s number, but haven’t spoken to her since July, haha), interacted with the band, and just had an awesome time, one of the best concerts I’ve had the pleasure of attending. Following that show, my dad and I went to a Chicago Fire game that Saturday, the 19th, which ended in a tie. But a Fire game in the second row in beautiful weather, with Toyota Park being ten minutes from the place you used to proudly call home? Come on now, that’s a great feeling.
July ended with that trip my uncle and I took up to Milwaukee. Saw the Police again and two Brewers games (one win, one loss), and also went up to Germanfest, which was pretty nice. For the most part it was a nice relaxing getaway, despite having to deal with seeing the Brewers who I have tremendous respect for briefly take over first place in the Central in front of my eyes (didn’t last long, since we destroyed ‘em in a sweep the next week). We returned that Sunday the 27th, watched the Cubs game, then I helped him with some of my grandmother’s plants later that evening accompanied by an unusual accordion player down the street (I’ll tell you, as dorky as it sounds, the melodies he was playing were so beautiful, it fit the mood of a mid-summer evening back in your “hometown” absolutely perfectly. That’s a very fond memory I have). That Monday we headed to Navy Pier to see “The Dark Knight” in IMAX, followed by Harry Caray’s for dinner. The next day my uncle and I accompanied by Sean went to the minor league game between Peoria and the Kane County Cougars at Wrigley Field, which was such a corporate sell-out game, I was simply appalled. Only National City execs could get a Ryne Sandberg autograph instead of us fans who waited an hour and a half for it? Thanks a lot, assholes.
So, I returned home on the 30th, which effectively ended my July in prime fashion. August showed promise, well, at least half of it with school starting. On August 5th the family headed up to Wrigley Field once again to see the Cubs take on Houston, which was a wonderful comeback victory courtesy of an Alfonso Soriano three-run homer (I still don’t like him). That was a great day, but another very exhausting one. To be honest by this point I was actually beginning to get worn out. I spent the last free week I had sleeping in, watching the Cubs against Atlanta, savoring every free minute I had left. School began on the 15th which was a major drag, but to be honest it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.
I also was lucky enough to reunite with someone towards the end of the month who’d left one of the most significant impacts on my life, even though I’m sure she’d be modest enough not to think so. Our relationship had been rocky for several reasons which had all been cleared up eventually, and frankly this was one of the higher points as far as personal relationships are concerned for the entire year. She knows who she is, and I’m very glad to say things are evened out between us.
September was a bore. Really, I don’t even have that much to say. I did see one of the best Cub games of my life that month, on September 18th against Milwaukee, which was a come-from-behind win taken to twelve innings. We all knew the Cubs were going to clinch the NL Central, that was pretty much the only exciting thing about it. That happened on Homecoming day, which was also nothing really special (though I did have an awesome, humorous discussion with Stacey that night, despite the subject matter). Honestly, that’s about it. Shame, huh?
October, on the other hand, had proven to be more entertaining, though because of my primary focus on school I had a difficult time doing as many cool things as I had been doing for most of the year. My month started negative, not so much personally though. I went to NLDS Game 1 at Wrigley Field between the Cubs and Dodgers, and any baseball fan knows how that one ended. Mark DeRosa got the big two-run homer, but then we allowed seven runs losing, as you can imagine, 7-2. This was the beginning of the end, as we would lose the next two games and were swept out of postseason contention. Lazy bastards. 97 wins are absolutely meaningless when you can’t win ONE SINGLE PLAYOFF GAME!
The rest of the month was considerably busy. My parents’ anniversary was on the 10th, and the next weekend was my uncle’s birthday dinner. I don’t get many chances to eat prime rib, but if I get the chance to do so two weeks in a row, who am I to complain!? Anywho, I basically spent two weeks following that anticipating my birthday, which was on the 29th. Better than I’d expected despite being on a Wednesday. Got the new Madden game, NHL 09, a box of Upper Deck baseball cards, a Blackhawks hoodie, tickets to get autographs from Mark Grace and Lou Piniella in November, and best of all, AC/DC tickets for that Saturday! It was a great birthday, much to my surprise.
So naturally, November began with the AC/DC show, which was one of the best shows I’d seen in my life. I swear, between both Rush shows, Cruefest, AC/DC, Sammy Hagar on stage, Collective Soul from the seventh row, and Genesis the past couple years, I’ve seen some of the best shows I ever have in my nine years of concert-going. But AC/DC were stellar, great setlist, great energy. Just not the best venue in the world, but hey, can’t be perfect, can it?
The next few weeks would be a drag, watching Kyle Orton get hurt (and rushed back to play way too quickly) for the Bears, dealing with stresses of school, etc. However, on the weekend of November 21, I went to stay up by my uncle’s to meet the aforementioned baseball figures from my birthday. That was a successful weekend, saw a ton of autographed memorabilia, even met AL Rookie of the Year Evan Longoria on a quick last-minute decision. That was a hell of a weekend, of course I came home on the 23rd and had to take school off the next day because I had another bout with food poisoning. Funny, in seventeen years of life I only had to deal with it once, and this year alone I had it twice. Damn.
Anyway, in just a matter of days, in time for Thanksgiving break, I returned up to my uncle’s to help with Christmas decorations and such. Thanksgiving with the family was nice, no complaints about that. The following day my uncle and I went doorbusting, which was a lot of fun. Spent about three hours out shopping around, and when we got back to the house, we picked up my grandma, had breakfast, and immediately started putting up Christmas decorations. It was probably one of the busier days of the year, because I woke up at three in the morning and went to sleep at eleven that night. The next couple days were relaxing, went downtown to my uncle’s for the morning, finally saw “Quantum of Solace” (which I’d end up seeing three more times), and returned home. The rest of the weekend was spent secluded, for the most part, watching college football and hockey. It was a nice getaway.
But all good things must come to an end, eh? I had to go back to school starting right at the beginning of December, but luckily it was only three more weeks until vacation. Not much really went down throughout the course of the month until vacation came around, to be honest. I was absolutely drained down the stretch, getting sore, and working too damn hard for my own good. But certain positive aspects came out of it, definitely. Especially the start of a vacation I, and I’m sure many others, so desperately needed.
Vacation began on December 19 in a somewhat unusual day with school. We had a huge ice / snow storm that night and I expected school to be cancelled (which I didn't want, last thing I needed was to have to come back from vacation and take a final exam). I got to sleep late, school started two hours later, so I woke up at 8:30, watched Spin City for the first time in ages, and went to school. Very good day, and a great way to kick-off my vacation.
Not much went down until Christmas, and let me just say, Christmas was a BLAST. Got tons of stuff, lots of Cubs paraphernalia, such as a new alternate blue Mark Grace jersey, a 2008 plaque for my wall, and autographs of Ryan Dempster, Ryan Theriot, Carlos Marmol, Mark DeRosa, and for unusual measure, CC Sabathia in a Brewers uniform. Also got Blackhawks tickets for January 4th, a new DVD/VCR, a new digital camera, music, the Genesis 1983-1998 box set. I got a massive haul this year and I'm damn proud of that.
The next few days were a drag, not much happened until I saw Jeff Dunham last night with my dad up in Rosemont. That was a very funny experience, Dunham is easily one of the funniest people in the business today. Worth the $50, definitely. "Taste a Vagina!"
So tonight, we arrive at. Today I woke up at noon, went to my grandma's for awhile, and then proceeded to go by Dale's place for our traditional New Years celebration. Who knows what we'll be doing tonight. Probably head to Chuck's after his haircut, then watch the Snakes & Arrows DVD for the first time since I got it last month, and ring in the New Year with a visit to the guys at Pirate radio. Afterwards we'll probably run around the block throwing Triscuits around like confetti, because that's just the kinda guys we are. And before you know it, it'll be 2009!
There you have it. The end of 2008 and a damn fine summary of it, if I must say so myself. I’m gonna miss this year. So many things happened, and really this summary is just about as long as last year’s, much to my surprise it may actually be shorter. But I believe I summed it up nicely. All four goals were accomplished: Improve things with my dad, keep my grades better, my pessimism is almost non-existent, and I’ve learned from relationships how to improve myself. Mission accomplished.
NEW YEARS RESOLUTION: LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES IN 2008, AND CAPITALIZE ON THEM IN 2009.
I will extend it though, to give a few shout-outs to those who made this past year what it was. I simply cannot have you all read such ridiculous self-indulgence without throwing out a few thank yous in the process. Last year I basically just gave a “Thanks a lot, you know who you are,” but this year is different. This year would not go down as one of the best I’ve been lucky enough to have experienced without these people on the list, and I honestly would feel very poorly if I didn’t extend my gratitude to these special people.
Dale – Another year in the books, and another year of awesome music, videos, and stories to tell down the road. There’s a reason you’ve been my best friend going-on thirteen years, and if this year wasn’t an example of that, from the Rush show to Summerfest to another classic New Years celebration, then I really don’t know what is. Thanks a lot, buddy, you deserve it.
Sean – My other longest-lasting friend, who deserves a shout out as well. We didn’t chill as much as we wanted to this past year, but nevertheless, the times we did were just great. Someday we’ll get those usher jobs at Wrigley and I’ll be seeing you everyday, but until then, what was accomplished this past year was great. Thanks, man.
Brian – Brian, my good friend, off to college and away from here. All I have to say is “You lucky bastard!” Hope life’s treating you well and I have to admit, I miss my daily Freddy Bynum joke around here. Take care, man, you’ve been missed. Keep on rockin’ through the night, my friend!
Laura – You were there since the start of the year, and what’s sad is I haven’t seen you as much as I’d hoped toward the end of the year. But we had some good memories, from the movies to your party to talking before school everyday. Thanks for contributing. You've been one of the best friends a guy like me could ask for and I'm proud I can say that.
Marcella – My amazing Asian sister. I know I lose my temper with you and the things you do, but you know the reasons I do. While I don’t see you as much as I’d like, I saw you more than I expected to this year, and those were fun times. So thank you, and take care of my best friend for me *wink*
Stacey – I know you only contributed to about a third of the year, but you still deserve something. Why? You said in a survey that you didn’t think you made a difference in anyone’s life, but you’ve made a significant one in mine, whether you believe it or not. You taught me a lot about myself that I didn’t know two years ago which helped me become who I am today and I thank you for that, and it’s good to have the Stacey from before back in my life these days. Your dedication was longer than the others because I didn’t get the chance to thank you last year. You've become one of my very best friends despite our history, and I'm very happy about that.
Max – We haven’t talked recently man, but I gotta say it was a good year, especially towards the end of German last year. Miss ya this year bro, take care of yourself, and keep kickin’ ass with Martial Law!
Auston – Good to be seeing you everyday again, man. You’ve always been a quality friend, always helped me out with stuff, and always provided a good conversation. Thanks man.
Cait – I know towards the end of the year we didn’t talk so much, except around the playoff time with our Cubs / Sox battles, but for the first half we kept in touch a lot and I know I tried to help you with a lot of things. Thanks for continuing to make the Cubs / Sox rivalry interesting, I look forward to next season.
Lauren - You deserve a dedication as well, you've become a very valuable friend to me and I completely respect everything you've done for me and helped me with over the past year. Not many are willing enough to take time out and do that, so thank you.
Of course, along with the thank yous I could extend a couple of fuck yous as well, but I’ve decided to stay classy and let the past remain the past.
So, forecast for 2009? None of us really know, I sure as hell didn’t expect to make so much progress personally this year, but I did. I’m going into 2009 optimistically, though not with too many high expectations. If I learned anything from this past year it was to never get your hopes up too high, because you may just be disappointed. If you go in with low or moderate expectations, things may end up better than you’d expect. That was my mentality throughout 2008, and it turned out to be one hell of a year. Screw 2009 being a "new beginning" for me, as far as I'm concerned 2009 is just a higher number, for me it's essentially going to be a continuation of 2008, hopefully keeping things on the high they're currently at.
Question marks going into the New Year: Will my Cubs finally learn and maybe win a damn playoff game? Will I finally get to see the Bruce Springsteen for the first time? Which friends are going to continue to stand by me? Will I find a relationship and be able to stabilize it? Who knows?
Being a very nostalgic person for much of my life, especially this year with the Nintendo 64 abuse, viewing of old Cubs games on VHS, and catching up with some old friends, I’d like to leave with a random lyric I wrote, one of my favorites. It’s uplifting, and it’s about positive reflection on life, from a piece I submitted to school for Visions.
“So at these crossroads, we return
To the days that we conquered the world.
We were kings in our own memories
As those times in life fade to history.”
This is Zach, signing off for 2008. It’s been a riot, and you were there for the experience. Thank you all, take care, and have a great night!
-Zach
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