Cubs Win! Cubs Win!Posted: August 1, 2016 Filed under: Foolishness, Uncategorized | Tags: chicago cubs, comedy, dream, humor, postaweek 6 Comments
There were no stockings hung by the chimney with care. My wife wasn’t wearing a kerchief, nor I a cap. A creature was stirring. Those negative comparisons are as close as this will come to The Night Before Christmas.
I was sleeping well, dreaming as a matter of fact. Dreaming of baseball. I was on the field, in uniform, playing third base. It wasn’t young me doing it; the dream kept me at fifty-four years old.
In my dream, I threw out three batters at first. Each play was more spectacular than the last. My throws were as impressive as my fielding range. Subconsciously, I have a tremendous throwing arm.
From my spot on the field, I could hear the play-by-play announcer. He was in the background; his voice was not close enough for me to hear his words. All I got was his excited tone.
And then I was awake. I’d just grabbed my bat and then, well, I don’t know how it ended. I closed my eyes again, thinking of Moonlight Graham. Moonlight got in to one game, for two innings, in his major league career but never got to bat.
I could still hear the announcer. He was as excited as when I was in the field. But I could also hear my wife’s peaceful breathing from a pillow away. The baseball dream was over, but the announcer didn’t seem to know it.
The flickering light from downstairs clued me in. The television was on. I got up to turn it off, though I was fairly certain that I’d done that before I headed to bed.
Our cat lay quietly on a blanket on the couch. The TV remote was under him. His head was up, as if he were taking in the highlights of the game. For all I know, he was.
The Cubs won on a suicide squeeze bunt in the bottom of the twelfth. Cubs win! Cubs win! This is their year, I’m sure of it.
G’night, cat. Thanks for the dream.
Your cat may be Professor McGonagall for all we know.
I’ve recently been educated on Harry Potter – I know who you’re talking about!
Recently? Oh, Oma. Just recently? *shakes head sadly*
“Subconsciously, I have a tremendous throwing arm.” Brilliant. From now on, I am going to say, “Subconsciously, I am a tremendous writer.”
Thank you! I’m starting to feel my words starting to come back.
Consciously, I’m aware your subconscious is on to something.
Isn’t it great when the words start coming back? Don’t you want to say, “where the hell have you been?!?”