I am truly blessed.
Today was one of the greatest days of my entire life. Thank you God.
More soon.
The things we do for dreams.
I heard this song this weekend when I was driving to my beloved Mizzou... →
that’s right, I was driving. And I kind of loved it, hahahaha….
Soon and very soon
Really? →
I love Sarah’s Pastries and Candies. I had the chance to meet her a few years back, when I did marketing for a dating Web site. She was affable and very talented, and of course, I appreciate that she is a member of a fantastic Chicago family—the Levys. I hope (know) her new book will be a success, and it sounds like she’s handling this current situation with aplomb!
I will bring the party to Party City.
— I need to get a glove for my Beyonce costume. Anne just wants to party.
Chasing Baseball Immortality? Not so much...
Today at 3:05 I received this e-mail from those StubHub jokesters:
Hey Jill, Be there alongside your Chicago Cubs as they chase baseball immortality. Go to StubHub, where you’ll find a fantastic selection of tickets to every playoff game – so you experience the championship chase live and in person.Check it out. Go to StubHub and get the seats you want today.
Today at 7:26 p.m. they realized a very simple fact that all lovers of Theriot et al know in their broken baseball hearts: Wrigley shall be quiet this year during postseason play, a shell of its former summer self, back when the livin’ was easy, the beer flowed like water, hopes were high, and the dreams that this year…this year…was THEIR year…were in reach. But the bachelor parties have gotten their man of the hour hitched and headed out, the frat boys have returned back to college campuses, working stiffs have left their summer hours in, well…the summer. Short shorts have been retired, as have the strains (not so melodic after knockin’ back a few Old Styles) of Hey Chicago, What do you say.
For we know The Cubs aren’t going to win today. Or tomorrow. Baseball is over in Chicago, summer is but a memory (notwithstanding this amazing Indian summer weather we’re currently experiencing), and the beers, the babes, the dudes and the utter BLAST that are the hallmarks of baseball season in Chi have been relegated to the past. Thank God for college football Saturdays. Thank God for the Bears (alright I said it) too right, or else the bitter chill that has started to permeate the air might just permanently pierce our baseball loving, Wrigley loving, Cubs versus Cardinals (the best weekends of the year) loving hearts.
And so, with a heavy heart, my friends at StubHub realized the error of their ways. And probably, instead of my diatribe on what baseball means to me, they received a not so nicely worded e-mail or two from people whose pain is still very fresh, and so they sought to make amends:
Hi Jill,
Earlier today, an email promoting Chicago Cubs postseason tickets was sent to you. This, unfortunately, was a mistake. We regret the error and apologize for any inconvenience or confusion this may have caused. Sincerely, The StubHub Team
I accept your apology StubHub. For my anger has given way to denial…and now acceptance. And I know with time our dashed dreams and waylaid plans of freezing cold October nights spent pining away for victory AT LAST for those Cubbies will be replaced by one of my very favorite characteristics about Chicagoans: our brilliant resilience. Our ability to take all the hurt and disappointment of the past and somehow channel it into one more time, one more season of hoping, praying, and BELIEVING that victory will come to Chicago, and how sweet it will taste after the hard times we’ve been through.
Spring training is a scant five months away…
