Last year, when the Bears faced off against the Eagles, my wife and I decided to let our eldest son, Sam, skip school for the day to attend the game. While they reveled in the excitement of victory, I found myself at home, glued to my old AM radio, tears streaming down my face. It was a moment that encapsulated the bond between father and son, and I felt a mix of joy and nostalgia.
Fast forward to last Sunday, when the Bears clinched their first playoff victory at home since 1945. As I watched my husband, brother-in-law, and kids celebrate, I couldn’t help but feel emotional. It wasn’t just about the win; it was the sheer joy radiating from my husband as he realized he was sharing this monumental experience with his nearest and dearest.
On Wednesday, my husband and his brother made the trek to Cleveland to catch the Bears in Game 7, which many claim was the most thrilling baseball game ever. I was a nervous wreck, not just because I was anxious about the game, but also because I knew my husband was living his dream alongside his brother, who is also a die-hard fan. The happiness welling up inside me was overwhelming.
While they cheered in the stands, my sons and I were at home, jumping up and down and screaming with every run the Bears scored. When my youngest, Leo, drifted off on the couch, Sam and I took turns reassuring each other that everything would turn out fine. In the tense moments of the eighth inning, I comforted him, and he calmly declared, “We got this.” When the final out was called in the bottom of the 10th inning, we erupted into joy, hugging and dancing like crazy people in our living room, while Leo snoozed peacefully.
Some folks dismiss it as merely “a game,” and while that might be somewhat accurate, it’s so much more than that. It’s about the connections forged, the memories created, and the shared experiences that bind us. Winning is nice, especially after a lifetime of waiting, but ultimately, it’s the collective hope and the community spirit that matter most.
I grew up listening to baseball games on my grandma’s old AM radio, and even after 15 years of tuning in to hear the calls of the Bears’ games, I can’t help but think of her love for the game every time I switch on the radio. The true beauty of baseball lies not just in the scores and highlights, but in the memories that unfold alongside them. Just like my recollections of listening to the games with my grandma, my kids will cherish memories of stepping into the stadium on a chilly October evening, debating strategies with their dad, or hearing me mutter under my breath while listening to games on my own tinny radio.
Regardless of the team you root for or the final score, the shared experiences create lasting memories and strengthen relationships. I may not be a lifelong Bears fan, but my heart beats for them because I love someone who lives and breathes the team.
Being a fan is about so much more than just wanting your team to win; it’s about embracing hope, humility, and the joy of sharing moments with loved ones. It’s waiting and hoping with a smile, knowing that the journey is just as significant as the destination.
The year 2016 was a wild ride, filled with its fair share of challenges, but that night, none of it mattered because the Bears won the World Series. It was a reminder that dreams can come true, even if it takes a long time. Life is beautiful, especially when you’re building connections and memories with those you cherish. And there’s absolutely nothing “just” about that.
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In summary, whether it’s baseball or the journey of parenthood, it’s about the memories, the relationships, and the love that we share through every moment, both triumphant and challenging.