Sunday, October 7, 2007

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 :)

7 comments:

Pen and the Sword said...

I don't really get into sports, but your post made me want to! You write beautifully.

The Rock Chick said...

Hi Pen-- I would really like sports if the team I wanted to win would win all the time. I can't handle the frustrations and disappointments associated with sports, in general. Thank you so much for the compliment!!

Jessica

Crystal said...

Sports. Never been a fan.

Sorry your band buds are dis-banding. I hope you find another way to unleash your inner Rock Chick.

JAM said...

Well, at least the Cubs have won a championship sometime in their past, even if it was 99 years ago.

I grew up in Louisiana and can't help but root for the Saints in football, and you see how that's been going for the the past few years, well actually all of my life.

Sorry about the band breaking up. That's gotta be the hardest thing on earth to try to keep together and going. If they aren't hugely successful, they all have to keep day jobs and with families and whatnot, I just don't see how they do it at all.

I'm glad you have lots of memories.

I like a lot of Christian rock bands, but most don't sell the numbers of records or concert tickets their secular brethren do, so many of my favorites only last for a few CDs worth and then break up due to financial pressures.

Di said...

Although not about the Cubs...a great book for baseball fans who remember the days before the designated hitter and when players played for one team for their whole career, is Wait Til Next Year by Doris Kearns Goodwin.

Karina said...

As a member of Red Sox Nation, I remember all too well the pain involved in the "we'll get 'em next year" statement. And I'm not even a baseball fan. But just wait until they actually do win (which true fans always have faith they'll do)...then it's a party like no party!

Sorry about your friends' band disbanding...I can see how saying goodbye to that portion of your life must hurt. :(

This Eclectic Life said...

I can feel your pain about your friends disbanding. Just remember all the good parts. You are still a darn good Rock Chick :-)