This post is much more of a fun blog than anything, but recently I got to thinking about the good old days. Many would actually refer to it as the opposite, but there is something about remembering the times when the only team that Chicago had any hope in was the White Sox, who like 2 people actually cared for in the first place. The Cubs were losing, per usual, Zambrano was on the mound, Derrick Lee was jacking homers, Aramis Ramirez was playing the hot corner. Life was good. Don’t get me wrong, I love where Chicago Sports are at right now. Some in the process of rebuilding or whatever Pace and Gar/Pax call it, and some are becoming dynasties. Reminiscing about the losing days however, make me feel some type of way.
The Bulls were so bad in the 2000s, all you could think about was the Jordan era. Years and years of watching the likes of Kirk Hinrich, Ben Gordon, Loul Deng, and Andres Nocioni lead the team to miserable seasons was thought to be ended by the signing of the Piston Powerhouse that was Ben Wallace, however that was a flop, and we endured a few years of random has-beens like Brad Miller and John Salmons. However, along came the rookies. Taj Gibson, Derrick Rose, Jimmy, and Joakim. With a few added guys like Kyle Korver and Ronnie Brewer, along with new color commentary by the electric Stacey King, the Bulls were looking fresh again. Thibs was hired, we were winning and things were looking up. Yet here we are. What happened to the days when we would watch a heart-filled Bulls squad take down the NBA’s best time and time again. I miss that.
The Chicago Cubs. What is there to say. They were like every other year, except whatever losers you grew up with, you learned to love. Players like Matt Murton, Ryan Theriot, and Juan Pierre jog my memory as some of the favorites during the time. We were actually good for a season or two, around ’08 when we had the best record in the MLB with new guys like Rich Harden and Kosuke Fukudome. Little did we know we would be swept by the Dodgers in the first round and spiral into despair again. Still, nothing like watching Ryan Dempster sling the ball, while Marmol came into close on a late spring night after school.
Two players come to mind. Marti Havlat and Patrick Sharp. That was honestly all we had, and the few people that actually knew Chicago had a hockey team at the time could probably only name those two like myself anyway. It sure would have been nice to invest in season tickets back then.
Thanks for reading my little Chicago Memory Road-Trip,