Song Sung Blue

Last night was definitely sad for Cubs fans. The sweet song of success is once again over for Chicago’s boys in blue, but believe me, they weren’t the only ones weeping like a willow this weekend.

Despite the fact that the Cubbies haven’t won a World Series since 1908 and that whole Billy Goat Curse thing, Chicago Cubs fans remain loyal and faithful. Probably no one more so than my 95 year old grandfather. He watches every single game and despite having to say “next year we’ll get ‘em” for the past 95 years, he still believes every year that this year is that year. I definitely get my determined loyal and faithful attitude from him.

I watched with the hubby who has been wondering during the last three games if someone had spiked their Gatorade. It was painful for me to look at and I totally admit to being a fair weather sports fan. I don’t watch regular seasons of anything. My poor hubby was disappointed, no doubt.

Hard to believe in family full of Cubs fans, my son would be born being a White Sox fan. I think that is almost sacrilege living on the north side of Chicago and probably genetically impossible, but that’s the way it is. There’s been many baseball debates in our house between father and son containing all sorts of terminology I don’t even pretend to understand.

Last week before the series started and despite my hubby’s objections, my son predicted the Diamondbacks would knock out the Cubs in three games. Unfortunately, he was right. It’s a song sung blue.

As I said, they weren’t the only ones weeping. I had my own “song sung blue” experience this past weekend, only the song wasn’t blue, it was black. Black Betty, actually. The color doesn't really make a difference, though.

My rock star friend, The Big BahUna and his band are dis-banding and Friday night was their last official gig. Needless to say, The Rock Chick was more than a little blue about this. I completely understand, of course, but selfishly speaking, few things in life allow me the total escapism of rock chicking. I love loud (the louder the better) rock music, spending time with friends, dancing and weirdo watching, all of which are easily found at BahUna gigs.

I’m also just a wee bit attached to all of the people involved. Even if some of them push me over the edge once in a while, they are still my friends and I will miss seeing all of them on a regularly scheduled basis.

At the end of the show, the crowd was screaming for one more song. I doubt anyone there wanted one more song more than me.

I promised myself I would be strong and I was good until I had to say goodbye to my regular dancing partners. One of them said “I’m not sure when we’ll see each other again” and bam-a-lam, no more rock steady, I lost it. I’m a cry baby. I can’t help it.

I even tried biting the inside of my cheek to hold the tears back, but it didn’t work and I started crying right in the middle of the bar. Bad gigs, good gigs, incredible gigs and even the suckiest gig ever, I will miss it and them, too. Up, down, all around, it was indeed a great ride!

Like the Cubbie fans year after year, I will get over it. My brown eyes may look a little blue (and black streaked...darn mascara!), but they still see rock stars in my friends and a pretty darn good Rock Chick in me :)