Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
The sole reason I’m looking forward to the Cubs’ homestand in Washington versus the Nationals this season is to mingle with the folks who cover Cubs baseball from Chicago while they’re in Washington. I’ve probably told the story before, but the same folks I read every day either in the paper or online from age 12 (or so) on-ward are now people I’ve met (either in an elevator going to a post-game press conference or on the field during batting practice, etc.).
Those were some of my writing idols growing up because they were doing something really cool: covering one of Major League Baseball’s oldest clubs.
Granted — the Cubs suck this year. Legitimately suck. After watching the Nationals suck since 2005, though, it’s interesting to see the club I cover now face the club I grew up emotionally attached too. The 2012 season has actually taught me a lot about baseball … or rather, it’s opened my eyes to the cyclical cycle of baseball that I always knew existed but never saw it with the teams I followed.
Either way, it’ll be awesome to see the pros like Carrie Muskat of MLB.com and Paul Sullivan of The Chicago Tribune at Nats Park next week. They’re the writers I followed as a young’n, so being in the Press Box with them is an honor and a privileged.
If only my dad knew I got this far at such a young age. He’s always the one I want to call after all the ballgames I cover just to tell him “I did it.” I miss him a lot. He was the guy I’d tell my “fun” stories too and he’d automatically be jealous and proud. There’s no one else like your dad really. Dad’s are the best.
