There's truth there. But I think also of the bond among all the finger-pointing Chicago baseball fans, the loop of yearning and hope and wistfulness and suffering that ropes them all together like a herd. "All the baseball infighting in this city, and it means nothing," says veteran WMVP-AM 1000 radio producer Tom Serritella. "It's like the slug calling the worm a crawler."
And so I return to the "L" and climb aboard for the 25-minute ride south to the place called U.S. Cellular Field, thinking that this would be the preferred mode of transportation for fans in the event of a Chicago subway series. But what am I thinking? Even hope has its limits. A train can chug, but it can't fly.