Wellll, we all got to take a break last night.
I did this painting awhile back (you can also see it in this month’s VINE LINE), and it seems like a good time to put it in the blog.
Hope.
There’s probably all kinds if you think about it.
There’s Spontaneous Yet Forgettable Hope: “I HOPE YOU GET A FLAT TIRE YA BIG LANE-CHANGIN’ CUTTER-OFFER GUY!”
There’s Big Important Hope, like I hope for my children to be happy and that Man hasn’t messed up the planet too badly for them.
And then there’s Cub Hope.
It’s kinda frivolous, really, but it also has it’s place on the importance scale.
Lucky for you, I’m incapable of deepness.
I don’t use big words like predestination or existentialism or uh, incisor.
So I’ll simply say that Cub Hope, for those of us who possess it, is a vital hope, one that unites us as believers in the possibility of greatness coming from mediocrity.
Why do I hope Matt Murton does well?
Because he’s 100% Cub by the very definition of the word - the only way he does well is by working longer and harder with more purpose and belief in himself than any player with more god-given talent.
(While Pat Hughes might say, “…and Murton is under the ball…” what he’s really thinking is “…and Murton is under the ball and I HOPE HE CATCHES IT…”)
Anyway, I believe that Wrigley Field is THE shrine to Cub Hope.
And I hope you take a moment to look at this painting and reflect on this season, the players, Lou, the possibilities, and…HOPE THE CUBS KILL THE MARLINS!
*please note that I've trademarked "Wrigley Field: The Hope Diamond".
