Sounds like good advice.

When it comes to the Chicago Cubs and baseball. I prepare for the worst.  For the Cubs to lose critical games. They usually disappoint me. Except, in 2016, they won the World Series. For the first time in 108 years. Enough to make me happy. For the rest of my life. Or so I thought at the time. But now I’m spoiled. I want the Cubs to win the World Series again. This year. But chances are. The baseball gods. Won’t cooperate. They don’t want me to be so demanding. Merely for my personal satisfaction. They want me to put baseball in perspective. As an inconsequential game. And focus instead. On being a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker,  a political liberal, a lover and a dreamer. Sounds like good advice. --Jim Broede