The majority of this article is being written in the O’Hare airport. I am on the way back from a week-long trip to Chicago that just so happened (read: Was planned by my father to coincide with the Reds/Cubs series. My brother and parents are Cubs fans.) The trip itself was a blast. I’m lucky enough to have a good relationship with my family and, being the only one who has moved away, it’s always great to spend time with them. However, there was a short period in that trip where I was incredibly frustrated.
18 Games at a time - Capsule 5
