The 40th anniversary of that playoff loss looms mightily.
Won the first two games decisively in Chicago, 13-0 and 4-2.
Police on horseback for game three in the city.
Conjured up the mountain top in my psyche.
Lost that one 7-1 and 2 games to 1.
A wild Saturday night was planned.
Quite the bundle of nerves and apprehensive.
Grabbed a seat at Wrigley’s Cubby-Bear.
No room for error as Harry Caray’s voice was booming about
the pennant being won.
An intentional walk by the Cubs set me off as Tony Gwynne settled the score with a hit.
Game 4, back and forth, they went.
Screamed that Bobby Dernier should steal home and become a national hero.
Lee Smith throws a lollipop to Steve Garvey as the Padres are still around.
The clincher, and temporarily in La-La land, as Davis and Durham homered.
A seventh inning meltdown and it was crushing.
That is all she wrote, but a blast nonetheless, but a blast nonetheless.