P.S. yes, the Cubs post-season gave me severe whiplash.  Ouch.  Well, onward to next year!  There is always next year!  *cough* um… I need to buy me a new rally cap.  I think this one is broken.

The Chicago Cubs are going to the post season again!  Wooooohoooo!  We fans are all waiting with bated breath to see if this will be the year we go all the way for the first time since 1908.  It’s high time, really.  For as long as I can remember, the Cubs have been a great team, and I’m not just saying that because I’m a rabid fan.  We’ve had spectacular players, amazing seasons, exciting post-seasons… but of course, this hasn’t carried us to a world series (let alone *through* a world series) since 1945 (only four years after the Cubs became the first major league team ever to have organ music in their ballpark, just to remind you how long ago 1945 was).  The Cubs in my lifetime have never actually stunk, contrary to other-team-fan popular belief.  My point is, this year, after 25 years of loyal fandom, I just want to watch the Cubs rock the world and the world series.

Yeah, I know, I’m counting my chickens before they’re hatched, but that’s not even the start of it.  Since I got home from Japan, I’ve sort of been counting my chickens before they’re even eggs.  I want to think that I’ll be publishing one of those novel length manuscripts that are hanging out and collecting virtual dust on my hard drive, but that’s more because hope springs eternal than because I’ve been given an especially solid reason to hope.  I want to start making plans for a move to Hawaii, and I doubt UHM has even reviewed my application yet.  Every time I show up at an audition, I’m dreaming of being in the play (0 for 7 so far, incidentally).  Heck, I was even under the impression for a while there that Borders would consider hiring me so that I’d have a source of income until that unhatched move to Hawaii.  These past four months or so have been an exercise in hurry-up-and-wait, and it’s turned me into a neurotic e-mail checker and phone-answerer (despite the fact the pollsters are calling off-the-hook).  I submit material, and then I wait (this usually results in quick rejection, but I hear that’s an industry standard).  I submit a grad-school application, and then I wait.  I audition, and then I wait.  I submit a job application, and then I wait.

But you know, I am a Cubs fan.  Waiting is something we have been trained to do very well.  We wait, we hope, we cheer our heads off.  In the meantime, I can’t tell you how much I want 2008 to be the year it all happens.  And you know, this time, I’m not *just* talking about the Cubs.  (Well, ok.  Mostly, I’m talking about the Cubs).