As the Cubs and their families, along with a smattering of celebrity hangers-on, milled around Wrigley field in their new shirts and hats, I felt like I needed to light a cigarette. Or, in keeping with John Cusack’s presence, I could have pulled an e-cig from my breast pocket and vaped to my heart’s content.
Absent any nicotine products, I cracked a beer and enjoyed the revelry unfolding before me in all its high-definition technicolor glory. The Cubs had cliched a playoff series. At Wrigley. Against the Cardinals. Was this real? Despite some Cards fans’ efforts to transfer title authority to the regular season, their team was indeed going home, and not to play Game 5.