Disappointed. Again. Again. Again.

Becoming disappointed. Maybe that’s my biggest flaw. In coping with life. I become too easily disappointed. Mostly over little things. Like the play of the Chicago Cubs. A mere baseball team. The Cubs losing. That shouldn’t bother me. And it doesn’t. Except for the fact that I feel very, very disappointed. When the Cubs miss so many, many opportunities to win ball games. Such as the first two games this season. Both lost. In extra innings. Last night in 16 innings, 4-3. After blowing a 3-2 lead in the 12th inning. This coming on a season opening 1-0 loss in 10 innings. For a Cubs fan, that’s sort of heartbreaking. Though in the grand scheme of life, it shouldn’t be. The Cubs leave me disappointed. Over and over and over again.  Twenty-seven times in the first two games, they’ve had runners in scoring position (on second or third base). They’ve scored those runners only once. One success. Twenty-six failures. In the disappointing quest for clutch hits. But hey, I have reason to feel elated about the pitching. Superb. But still, I’m disappointed. Because the Cubs keep finding new ways to lose. I sense every loss. Coming. Coming. Coming. Leaves  me disappointed. Again. Again. Again. –Jim Broede