Well in the end the Cubs pulled it out.
But first, this happened.
It's so busy at work.
But it's also the 2 minute warning on Summer, right?
So my writing partner Oif (we've been an art director/writer team since the 90s) says hey man let's get outside and walk at lunch.
I didn't want to but whatever, it was probably a good idea to force a little circulation since we've been sitting in front of computers for days.
We're walking down Michigan Avenue and I notice a little banner-sign on the sidewalk in front of the T-Mobile store.
It says something like "Kyle Schwarber is going to be in here to take a picture with you, Tim Souers".
Okay not really but anyway, at the bottom it also says the thing ends at 12:30, and it's 12:22.
We go in.
Somebody says, "Are you here for the Schwarber thing?"
"Well get in that line right now there's only a few minutes left."
Turns out I'm the last guy in line (Oif is a huge fan, but also shy or something).
Then a guy explains to me that someone will give me a card, take my picture with Kyle, who will also give you an autographed photo.
This has all happened real fast, like 2 minutes ago I was on the sidewalk just... walking.
A woman gives me a card with a bar code and a website, and now I'm shaking hands with Kyle Schwarber.
I say, "KYLE SCHWARBER!"
From his POV, I'm the last guy and he's been here shaking hands and signing autographs for what? An hour straight?
What a dumb thing to say, Tim.
Now I'm standing next to him and it's time to take the photo and just like every posed photo you've ever seen of any athlete, he put his arm around my shoulder. So I awkwardly attempted to do the same to him, only my arm is getting tangled with his arm and now it's turned into an awkward bro hug moment and we both abandon the idea.
This isn't the photo from the photo lady, but a live action photo Oif took while this was happening.
By the way, I usually try to wear flip flops til it's winter.
Then I say, because I'm just so original, "Hey Kyle (like we're buddies), we're going tonight. Kick some ass, man."
He's signing this little picture that's branded with T-Mobile at the bottom and I don't hear exactly what he says back, but in so many words he assures me they will.
Hands me the photo and now I'm back on the sidewalk going, "OH MY GOD I JUST SHOOK KYLE SCHWARBER'S HAND!"
How did that even happen?
I'll never know.
But it was awesome.
Then... I had tickets from Stubhub on my phone, my son Wyatt was working at his place in Wicker Park and getting off at 5 and we'd meet at Wrigley.
We've actually gone to lots of games together, but none since he... grew up.
The last one we went to, we were in the bleachers, a huge storm came and the tornado sirens across Waveland went off and we had to haul ass out of there.
He hadn't seen the New Wrigley.
We walked around and I blathered on like, "Right there used to be the Yum Yum donuts..."
Then we walked into that jewelry store - Josten's or Jostlen's or something - and took a photo next to the World Series trophy, and I was feeling like a really lucky dad.
Because I am.
It was then I remembered.
Oh yeaaaah, that's right.
In the middle of all the current horrible Cubs angst and anger, there's also...
A selfie on Clark.
This is what baseball is about.
And no matter what happens this season, this photo is how I'll remember 2018.