I've been taught patience.

Every February. I get spring fever. Yes, I know spring doesn’t officially arrive until March. But my spring starts when my beloved Chicago Cubs show up for spring training. In Arizona. Sometimes, I journey down. To the warmth. The sunshine. For the pure joy of watching baseball. And the Cubs. Preparing  for the first world championship season since 1908. I always sense, this is the year. When it all happens. I’m waiting, waiting, waiting. Oh, so patiently. Yes, the Cubs have taught me patience. If nothing else. –Jim Broede