It's Cinco de Mayo, and the Cubs are done
Is it time to start thinking about mathematical elimination already? Last night the Cubs managed to walk in the winning run in the bottom of the ninth with two outs. They're six and a half back of the Cards and suddenly a game and a half behind the Brewers. The Brewers!
My mother, the most devoted Cub fan I have ever met (and believe me, a team that hasn't won a World Series in just under a century is either going to have very devoted fans or none at all) e-mailed me today to let me know that she's essentially given up on the season already. It's too early for me to throw in the towel just yet, but I know where she's coming from.
But neither this, nor the fact that Spring just absolutely refuses to come to the Truckee Meadows (the highs for the next few days will barely top 60 degrees) has gotten my spirits down. Today I noticed that at some point the fences around the green grass of the amphitheater in Wingfield Park have been taken down, and on a symbolic level this is very important because it means that Summer can't be all that far away.
Wingfield Park lies just across a bridge from my building, on an island in the Truckee River. Already the whitewater kayak park that surrounds the island is almost daily full of brightly-colored boats who's riders seem content to spend hours turing flips and spins in the whitewater park's pools and rapids (looks sorta dull to me, but then again some people like needlepoint, so who's to say?). And soon sunny days will bring couples, families, pets, a whole thriving community enjoying the numerous free concerts and events put on by the city of Reno in the Summertime, which culminate in a fantastic monthlong series of events in July called Artown (you'll hear much more about Artown on this blog as we get closer). On warm summer evenings, the music from those concerts in the park wafts up to my 8th floor balcony, where I like to sit and enjoy the desert air and long sunsets. It's one of the best reasons I can think of for living downtown. That, and the endlessly entertaining schitzos that are always getting off at the bus station up the block.
My mother, the most devoted Cub fan I have ever met (and believe me, a team that hasn't won a World Series in just under a century is either going to have very devoted fans or none at all) e-mailed me today to let me know that she's essentially given up on the season already. It's too early for me to throw in the towel just yet, but I know where she's coming from.
But neither this, nor the fact that Spring just absolutely refuses to come to the Truckee Meadows (the highs for the next few days will barely top 60 degrees) has gotten my spirits down. Today I noticed that at some point the fences around the green grass of the amphitheater in Wingfield Park have been taken down, and on a symbolic level this is very important because it means that Summer can't be all that far away.
Wingfield Park lies just across a bridge from my building, on an island in the Truckee River. Already the whitewater kayak park that surrounds the island is almost daily full of brightly-colored boats who's riders seem content to spend hours turing flips and spins in the whitewater park's pools and rapids (looks sorta dull to me, but then again some people like needlepoint, so who's to say?). And soon sunny days will bring couples, families, pets, a whole thriving community enjoying the numerous free concerts and events put on by the city of Reno in the Summertime, which culminate in a fantastic monthlong series of events in July called Artown (you'll hear much more about Artown on this blog as we get closer). On warm summer evenings, the music from those concerts in the park wafts up to my 8th floor balcony, where I like to sit and enjoy the desert air and long sunsets. It's one of the best reasons I can think of for living downtown. That, and the endlessly entertaining schitzos that are always getting off at the bus station up the block.
posted by Yukon Sully | 1:50 PM
2 Comments:
Why didn't you tell me about this Artown thing happening in July? I would have postponed my trip til then. You know I am an art lover.
I am rereading this entry about me giving up on the Cubs already. I know it was the pitcher walking in the winning run. That was SO typical of how the Cubs used to play when they were consistently a cellar-dwelling team. Yesterday, they tied the game in the 9th but managed to lose in extra innings.
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