Grew up in the 50's and 60's on the North side and was always a die hard Cub fan. My great grandfather, Tom Carey had his 100th birthday at Wrigley Field in 1962. My grandfather, also Tom Carey died in 1994 and we buried him with a Cub shirt under his suit and a Cub hat in the coffin. He was the last person alive I knew that had seen the Cubs win the WS at the Westside Grounds. I now live in SoCal and enjoy the weather, but miss my family and friends especially when it comes to the summer and Cub games. I used to deliver the Chicago American and before that the Daily News and always finished my route near Clark and Irving and rode down Seminary along the railroad tracks that are now a linear park and locked by bike near the fire station on Waveland Avenue and met the business men coming out of the game to get their ticket stubs. I must have seen over 1,000 games over the years and most between 1960-1969, the year my heart broke when the Cubs lost it in September to the Miracle %&*$# Mets. I used to bring a paper in to give to the Cubs, usually Ernie, Ron, Billy or Fergie and they read it while they played, not so well most years, but in '69 they really took off and I got a job at North Avenue Beach as a lifeguard for the Chicago Park Service and did not see many games since I worked on the 1-10pm shift. I did get to see a lot of White "W" flags until late August when they started turning into "L"s more often than not. Well, I can tell you this is the year. Hey every team can have a bad century and the Cubs have had theirs! It's our turn now....

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