by Kent Sterling
As I gave my personal ticket representative my Visa number over the phone, I heard my Dad whisper all the way from heaven, “What are you, a moron?”
The Chicago Cubs are on the precipice of hiring a transformative figure in their history, and suddenly I reverted to the hope-tainted wretch I was from 1969-2003, and that meant picking up the phone in response to a postcard from the Chicago Cubs offering me a chance to buy season tickets for the 2015 season.
When the postcard first arrived, I laughed at it. Buying season tickets for a doomed franchise as an investment or for personal use was as far from my mind as returning to college to indulge my long dormant dream of learning Fortran.
And then the Cubs did something either prescient and bold or insidious and cruel – entered into an agreement to make Joe Maddon their manager.
Now that Jim Leyland is retired, I believe Maddon is the best manager in the game. His style of leadership is perfect for baseball – empower the players and turn them loose. Enforce few rules, but make sure those that are in place are strictly followed.
Cynicism is an easy indulgence where the Cubs are concerned. Not only have the previous 106 seasons been a trail of tears for everyone associated with the team, but recent moves by ownership and the business office have shown a nauseating proclivity for whoring out the team and ballpark.