And so, the new, true, next, second season has begun. The one where both our baseball teams are fighting for a back end probably as meaningless as Ever serving Pequod’s pizza. (If you watch “The Bear,” you’ll understand.) By now, we should be used to it. Comfortable living, like the games after the All-Star break are the official beginning of our vacation from both Cubs and White Sox franchises. Like something we’ve just accepted.
Question is: Is this us? Really us? An accurate representation? If so, is this who we are, or is this who we’ve become over the vast majority of baseball seasons for decades, having both teams almost in unison singing the same ol’ hopeless song of “Wait Until Next Year,” with an entire city their backing vocalists.
