A lot has changed since my first Cub opener in 1968. My entire family is mostly gone now. The house I watched my first Cub game in 1963 in Bridgeport, Connecticut is now a burnt out crack house. In truth the Cubs are the only constant in my life. The chain has never been broken. So as I sit here with opening day just a few hours away I'm just as excited as I was when I was 10 years old. Has all the suffering been worth it? YOU BET YOUR ASS IT HAS! GO CUBS (NOT CUBBIES) IN 2014! May the spirit of Brock Davis be with you!
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