Friday, November 4, 2016
Insert requisite Cubs World Series post here
I am a baseball fan.
I am a movie fan.
So the day after the Chicago Cubs won the World Series -- a feat they had not accomplished in a by-now household knowledge 108 years -- I should be able to figure out a way to incorporate my love of baseball with my love of movies to honor Chicago's long-suffering team and their fans.
But the truth of the matter is, I'm drawing a blank.
I could call this post The Chicago Cubs' Century Off, a nod to Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I could call it Rookie of the Century, and reference one of the Cubs' great young players as well as the movie Rookie of the Year. I could even call it The Future Is Now and make a Back to the Future II reference.
But the fact is, I'm not feeling particularly clever this morning.
And the Cubs' win transcends movies. It transcends culture in general.
There was a thread in my Flickcharters Facebook group last night (well, it was day in Australia) in which people were chiming in with game updates -- their exquisite joys, their moments of temporary heartbreak, their sheer excitement about the spectacle they were watching. Meanwhile, others were continuing to post movie-related threads, seemingly oblivious to the historic and ridiculously exciting extra-inning game that was unfolding in Cleveland.
I pitied those who could not be part of the moment. I pitied those uninterested enough in sports that they didn't have a little room in their hearts or attention spans for being a part of history.
Me, I was maintaining four chats at once while also watching as much of the game as I could -- while also working.
Movies? I wasn't thinking about them much last night.
I was thinking about the Cubs, their fans, and how we all witnessed a sweet and long-overdue moment that will mean so much to so many.
Congratulations, Cubs. Chicagoans, take the next week off from work.
You deserve this.