Shouldn't matter. But it does.

Don’t like seeing my favorite teams lose.  Namely the Chicago Cubs and the Chicago Bears. It deflates my morale. Especially if they lose a game. That they could have easily won. If not for a stroke of fate. I call it bad luck. I used to lament. For days. A tough loss. Reviewing every twist and turn in the game. The what ifs. Really, it shouldn’t matter to me. Win or lose. But it often does. Only for a little while now. Not days.  Fortunately, I’ve learned to get over it. Without losing sleep. If a Cubs or Bears team is really bad. I get used to losing. But if a team is good. Like this year’s Bears. The losses come hard. I should really rejoice. That the Bears have an 8-4 record. And lead their division. Through two-thirds of the regular season. They have a good chance to reach the playoffs. But I still anguish. Because those losses. Keep tugging at my heartstrings. Two in overtime. Another by a single point. And still another with the Bears only two yards away from a tying touchdown. When time ran out. Yes. With a little bit of luck. The Bears could be 12-0. The Cinderella team of the National Football League. It’s as if I wish for everything. To go absolutely right. Just so I can savor the taste of my brand of perfection. I want to be spoiled. By the gods. I want the gods to intervene. To give me exactly what I want. Yes. I know that’s selfish.  I should be happy. When the Bears and Cubs win most of their games. Or even if they don’t win at all. I confess.  It shouldn’t matter. But it does. --Jim Broede