WHO TO CHOOSE? You think you have a dilemma trying to pick for president? That’s nothing compared to the soul-rending, mind-bending torment I’m suffering: whether to root for my sunny California love, the L.A. Dodgers, or my youthful, unrequited gritty passion, the Chicago Cubs.
As a South Side rebel, I followed my father as a Cubs fan, while my twin brother, Bruce, as usual, went the other way and became a White Sox aficionado. The Cubs hadn’t won a World Series since 1908, but in 1945, with many major league stars away in the service, the Cubs won the National League pennant.
Exciting, yes, but there was no TV to watch the Series, and I was just a kid in school, without money or means to get to Wrigley Field. I still remember staring at my desk, wondering why I was there instead of cheering in the bleachers.