There’s few, if any of us in Cubdom who remember the last time the Chicago Cubs raised this much ruckus in June. Or May or April for that matter.
But that isn’t stopping the 2008 version from chasing, and catching, some ghosts of Cub baseball past. Even if decades - and sometimes centuries - separate the two.
These 2008 Cubs are setting a standard for success, not a follow through with failure. Which is not only raising the hopes of those across Cub nation, but opening eyes in major league baseball circles as well.
Take for example the Cubs latest homestand. In a three-game set against Atlanta’s Braves, the Cubs extended their Wrigley Field win streak to 11, winning by a lot (10-5 and 7-2) and by a little (3-2 in 11 innings).
How impressive has this streak been? Consider you’d have to go back nearly a month (May 17th) to find the last time the Chicago Cubs have lost a home game (7-6 to Pittsburgh). Just as a side note, the Cubs finished 14-3 at home for the month of May.
The latest home win, Thursday’s 3-2 extra-inning affair over the Braves, pushed the Cubs Wrigley Field record to 29-8. A new Wrigley Field mark in itself and tying the franchise record for best home record set by the 1907 Cubs at West Side Grounds.
But that’s not all. By entering the month of June with the best record in baseball this 2008 edition became the first Cubs team to do so since the 1908 club. And as we all know that’s the last time Chicago’s Cubs won the World Series.
There’s alot of baseball yet to be played and whether the Cubs can continue this incredible season into October is anyone’s guess. According to Chicago manager Lou Piniella any future success rests completely on his players’ shoulders.
“I don’t believe things go your way, ” Piniella said, following the Cubs extra-inning win over Atlanta. “I believe you make things go your way.”
If Piniella’s correct, the Cubs may find themselves with no more ghosts to chase.
That’s the good news. Unfortunately, that’s the bad news as well.
One thing I am certain of, like life, Chicago Cubs baseball has its surprises. Sometimes it’s like a walk-off home run, and at others its like Cub left fielder Alfonso Soriano tracking down a fly ball - the effort is there, but the mechanics fail.
They were a team in the sink and with a payroll of nearly $100 million, the Cubs played - and acted - like they were just one flush away from the whole season going down the drain.





Baseball Gods Talk; Cubs, Padres Walk
Maybe the Baseball Gods were telling us something when yesterday’s Hall of Fame exhibition game was rained out.
Maybe they were speaking to major league baseball one drop at a time that the traditions and honor associated with the sport had become as muddied as Doubleday Field itself.
And judging by the lack of enthusiasm exhibited by the Hall of Fame game participants - the Chicago Cubs and San Diego Padres - maybe they were right.
Yesterday’s game was to be its last. Like all the other mid-season exhibition games before it, the Hall of Fame game too fell to the whims of challenging travel schedules and even more demanding players.
”I’d rather be in Tampa on the beach for a day off,” said Chicago Cubs first baseman Derrek Lee, regarding the game. ”Still, you respect the game and the Hall of Fame. It’s something you’ve got to do and get through and make the best of it.”
Lee’s summation sounds more like a trip to the dentist’s office than playing a game that honors baseball greats past and present. But his was not the lone voice of apathy. Dos Carlos - Marmol and Zambrano - didn’t even change from their street clothes.
I’m not a major league baseball player so I can’t speak to the demands that travel takes on a player’s body and soul.
But I do know what it’s like to work 16 hour days for weeks on end. There was no beach in Tampa waiting for me either.
I also know that Lee and so many players today will earn more in one season than I’ll earn in my lifetime. They and their families will be afforded more opportunities than I will ever be able to grant mine.
The separation of have or have not does not make me jealous. But the token regard to the game that has given so many so much makes me mad. And sad.
In my lifetime, practicing every minute of every day, would not allow me the richness in talent that these modern players hold. But I am thankful for every minute of every game I’m able to see and marvel at the wonderful game that baseball is.
Baseball has made mine a wealthy soul. Thank you to all the greats.