Why I Can't Get That Excited About the Cubs

When people think of the Chicago Cubs’ long run without a World Series they will often Billy Goat Curses, The Amazin’ Mets, Gatorade Gloves, Steve Bartman and any other number of bad luck excuses they can come up with. The story is that the Cubs have sucked, but it’s not their fault. The universe is against them, God loves watching the Cubs lose and some other such nonsense.

The truth is that the Cubs just haven’t been very well run and now they are. They’ve always had tons of money and they have always been able to do what they’ve done over the past few years, they just haven’t.

To illustrate this, I decided to look back at the past fifteen years of MLB. I chose 15 years because nearly every team in baseball has made the playoffs at least once in this period (everyone except the Seattle Mariners) and there have been a total of nine different World Series winners with five other teams making their first World Series appearance. This is the age of parity and the opportunity to strike has never been better. (more…)


vintown: A Baseball History, Part Four

Part three started off with me living in Washington state, then going to Alabama, then Wisconsin, a quick sojourn to Hawaii and finally back to Wisconsin. I’d finally stay put in one state and with that I’d finally be able to really sink my teeth into a team.

2008: I went to a lot of games this summer with my new group of friends from work. I didn’t get along great with my son’s mother so I didn’t really have to spend much time changing diapers outside of every other weekend. I ended up going to a lot of games that year and the Brewers were pretty damn good. I even took Nolan to one of them. (more…)


vintown: A Baseball History, Part Three

Last time out we finished up the 1990s with lots of regret about trying to be cool and not enough baseball, but as we enter into the 2000s you’ll see that would not be the case for a long time after.

2001: This was the time that I decided to do more of the things that made me happy when I was younger and less of everything else dumb. I bought a Koosh frisbee, played catch with a baseball glove, I went to wrestling and I watched baseball. Then I moved to Seattle.

I was very much a believer of the “fresh start” and I saw Seattle as the place I would spend the rest of my life. I went to a Seahawks game almost immediately after moving there and decided that the Seattle sports teams would be my teams from now on, but I hadn’t yet been to a Mariners game. Then one day while working as a door-to-door salesman (no, really), a customer turned me down for the sale but offered me two tickets to that night’s Mariners game.

(Total shot in the dark, but I’m pretty sure it was this game.)

And just like that, I was back. (more…)


vintown: A Baseball History, Part Two

Yesterday we covered the first 12 years of my baseball fan life and some of my earliest memories. The strike in 1994 put a dent in what could have been one of my all-time favorite seasons, but that’s okay because today we start off with, you guessed it, one of my all-time favorite seasons.

1995: This is the season when it all went off. For starters, I’m pretty sure this is the year that my aunt, uncle and their friend Flippy took my cousins and I to an early season Cubs game. It was absolutely freezing and the Cubs were probably losing. We sat in the bleachers and who knows what I said (my guess? Calm down), but some drunk adult wanted to fight me. Me, a 13-year old. Flippy ended up pushing the guy away from me and getting thrown out of the game, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the crowd. (more…)


vintown: A Baseball History

I think that I’m all the way into baseball again. For as long as I can remember baseball has been my thing and then it just wasn’t. I don’t know if it’s because I had a baseball blog and burned myself out or if it was something else, but there was a couple of years there where I really didn’t get a lot of enjoyment from it. I would skip watching the World Series more often than not. It just didn’t excite me anymore and I don’t really understand why that happened because right now it excites me very much. Right now I don’t want to miss a single inning of playoff baseball even though I have no emotional connection to any of these teams.

I thought it would be a fun exercise to go through my baseball fandom year-by-year to get a grip on where it started, where it wained and how the hell I ended up liking the Mariners and Brewers when my entire family is so firmly behind the Cubs.

Let’s take a trip down memory lane and go all the way back to the beginning.

December, 1981: Born. Don’t remember watching any baseball. (more…)


I had some feelings about Jonathan Lucroy being traded that I didn’t even know that I had so I wrote about it at Milwaukee Record.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be an Indian or a…something else. He definitely wasn’t supposed to be a Brewer and he definitely wasn’t supposed to be on deck, but there he was. Suddenly, Broxton’s at-bat took on a whole new level of importance as the crowd went from tepid indifference to wanting to see the guy on deck get his chance.

I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. You should read it.


The hard part about seeing your kid every other weekend is not the long amount of time between visits, – although that also sucks – but the five minutes, the tiny of amount of time before you drop them off or they get picked up. It’s a deep, brief feeling of absolute dread. That this is over and that it will be awhile before it happens again. It may never happen again for all you know and the part of your kid’s life where you have a direct influence on is over. For now. It’s like breaking up with your kid and you don’t know if you’ll ever get back together again, every damn time. You know that you will, you say that you will; but it really doesn’t feel like you will. It sucks.

When I was a kid this happened to me. I lived with my dad full-time and saw my mom sometimes. I can remember leaving her place and thinking I’d see her again soon, but I also remember her crying. It seems like she always cried when I left. I would tell her it was okay and that I’d be back soon, but she still cried. I never understood why. (more…)


June 28, 2011 Safeco Field Seattle Mariners vs. Atlanta Braves
When I moved to Seattle way back in 2001, I decided that I wanted to be a Seattle everything fan because I was never going to leave and this was my home now. That didn’t exactly end up happening that way and I was gone by the end of 2002. I moved away, have never returned since and the only vestige left from my time there is my fandom of the Seattle sports teams. The Sonics left, I realized football was the worst thing on earth and all that is left is the Seattle Mariners. They’ve been pretty bad since I left, the Brewers were good, I had a Brewers blog that ended up making me sick of baseball for a couple of years and I kind of forgot about them for awhile.

Until last season when I decided to try out the MLB At-Bat app and started listening to games on my days off. (more…)


Father’s day has come and gone and I didn’t do anything with Nolan. We didn’t because working sucks and some people aren’t as thoughtful as I would like them to be and who cares because it is what it is. It’s all good and fine. It’s fine because as a parent who only sees their kid every other week, it’s pretty much father’s day every time he comes to visit. We get to do all the fun stuff and never have to worry about the day-to-day minutia and bullshit. He never gets sick of me telling him what to do and I never get sick of him being a dumb kid. It’s great and I’m done dwelling on how the dumb Hallmark holiday should have went.

Anyway, here’s a pretty good thing I wrote at Miller Park Drunk a few years ago about Father’s Day that I didn’t want to lose. (more…)