I had a 6:30 flight.
I was in a cab leaving a meeting and very early for the airport, and on the way got the driver to turn on the Cubs/Giants game, and the Cubs had it all going on early against Ryan Vogelsong. A Rizzo homer was mixed in among the 5 runs the Cubs had to the Giants' nothin'.
And the way Pat and Keith were talking, the weather was so awful that runs should be impossible to come by.
I get to the airport.
I go thru the check in stuff.
I had a buncha work to do so I sat around and did that for awhile with a cup of coffee.
Then I thought I could catch the end of the game.
As I walked through, I realized how many flights had been delayed because of the weather.
It was a zoo.
And literally everyplace that had a tv was completely surrounded by people wrapped up in the Masters.
I asked at one place if they could turn to the Cubs and got lots of dirty looks from people watching.
Kept walking, all the way to where my gate was, K-12.
All the way at the back by a food court.
This is the end of the terminal, and in the middle of the food court is a bartender with a Bears hat and YES!
The Cubs are on here.
I walk up.
Literally everybody here is delayed and on their way to other countries, which is weird because I don't think it's an international terminal but...regardless - only the bartender has an American accent.
And I luck into a seat and I'm right up front and just in time to see that the Cubs have sqandered their lead and now it's 6-5 Giants.
A large woman is now standing next to me, and she can see I'm kinda wrapped up in the game.
You know that little infographic thingy up in the corner that shows the score?
I never noticed this before really, but it says "SF" and "CUBS" instead of "CHI" - i'm sure because there are two Chicago teams.
And now it's the 9th and Sergio Romo and his .33 WHIP come in for SF, and I know it's over so I'm getting up to leave.
At that moment, the large woman looks at me and...she's from another country.
In a thick accent that could have been Scottish or Irish or British..I'll never know, she goes, "SF is San Francisco...what does (she spells it out) C-U-B-S stand for?"
Sometimes life just writes itself.
I say, "Losers" and walk off to the gate.
Today's another day, and another chance to beat the Giants.