When my wife and I
saw that the Cubs were on your cover, our hearts sank. We should have
immediately canceled our plane tickets to Chicago to save ourselves the time,
cash and misery. The black cat at Shea, the billy goat and Bartman were a few
of our top excuses, but Sports Illustrated is next.
Al Maag, Scottsdale, Ariz.
I speak for all
Cubs fans when I ask you to please never put us on the cover again (Are You
Ready for a Howling, Pagan, YouTube Oktoberfiesta?, Sept. 29). In fact, don't
even mention us in the magazine at all. When the 2009 baseball preview comes
out, pretend we don't exist.
Todd Lokken, Franklin, Wis.
I have finally
figured out what Cubs fans meant by their constant proclamation, It's Gonna
Happen. They were obviously referring to being swept out of the postseason in
the first round.
Kevin Kauffman, Johnstown, Pa.
The Cubs were
eliminated just after appearing on your cover. That's not the SI jinx; that's
Colin Streng, Greensboro, N.C.
I must compliment
Gary Smith's story on life in Wrigley's bleachers. I have spent dozens of
afternoons sunning, sweating and cheering in rightfield, shouting raves to
Kosuke and insults to every visiting team outfielder. As a lifelong Mets fan
enjoying his fourth year in Chicago, I feel a twinge of guilt every time I sing
Go Cubs Go. But this team—and more important, this stadium—provide a baseball
experience that is purely delicious.
Matthew Smith, Chicago
If you weren't
moved to tears by the part of the story about Ron Santo, you ain't a Cubs fan.
Bob Eaton, Gibson City, Ill.
Chicago Cubs fans
have had to wait 100 years for a championship—so what! At least in the meantime
that city had Michael Jordan and the Bulls. It had the Bears and the Super Bowl
Shuffle. Pity Philadelphia and its loyal fans. Outside of the Mummers New
Year's Day strut, we haven't seen a parade down Broad Street in more than 25
Tim Griffiths, Phoenixville, Pa.
When will the
Chicago Cubs win the World Series again? According to the 1989 movie Back to
the Future Part II, it will be in the year 2015. So far, that's right on
John Krueger, Grand Rapids