2000 miles to watch the Chicago Cubs lose three games in classic Chicago Cubs style.
Ugly baseball. Sloppy, busch league mistakes. The regular season hasn't even started and Cubs fans were already chanting "WAIT 'TILL NEXT YEAR!"
But Chicago Cubs baseball isn't about baseball. At least not on this trip.
In somewhat of a semi-annual event, I've met family to watch the lovable losers drop one meaningless spring training game after another while we sit in the stands soaking up the Arizona sun and foamy cups of overpriced beer.
We gamble dollar bills on dropped fly balls.
We burn through boxes of cigars.
We suffer cramps from laughing.
And we leave on Sunday, boarding planes that fly in different directions, anxious for the next trip and remembering next year, ALWAYS NEXT YEAR, we could be world champs.
But my father and uncle are near 70. My brother and I near 40. My cousin, 33.
How many next years are there?
It doesn't matter. Cubs baseball isn't about winning. It's about everything else.
Can't wait 'till next year.