Going through the folk's archives I came across a couple of pictures that intrigued me. First, let me say, that we were a baseball family. Herb was fairly non-committal about his favorite team, but it seemed to dance around whoever was winning that particular year. Phil and Mark were Cub's fans, but I don't really hold that against them. Marj? Well, she rooted for whoever would make rest of us happy. And me, I was a Met's fan, only because the majority of family member's liked the Cubs. Let me explain. I recall a Sunday afternoon and for some reason I got totally disgusted with something about the Cubs, a path I was surely supposed to follow. I don't know if it was the constant losing, or the constant winning, or the "all things Chicago", but I grabbed the newspaper and walked calmly to my room. It was also the Wombie's room, but he must have been in the den watching the game. ...
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