by Millie Bovich
You know Caray, up in Heaven, followed each and every game
Although without his booming voice, it hasn’t been the same.
But the coaches and the fans alike were giving all they had
And the Cubbie team reciprocated, winning games like mad.
Some games were rough and tumble, and some an easy nine.
Fans took the bitter with the sweet, no reason to malign.
They studied all opponents, not a game they chose to lose,
And the coaches had much input and advised with all their clues.
The loyal fans attended, Wrigley almost burst its seams
For the season, best in decades, for the season of their dreams.
While the schedule wore on daily from the first game to the last
And most the time we celebrated, watched the home team blast.
The “Ws” were piling up, and fans were quite amazed
With wins from Kyle and his bunch, Chicago woke up dazed.
And when the season ended with the stats all in the books,
Our Cubbies ended right on top, no more the dirty looks.
Now way above old Wrigley Field there flies the pennant flag.
We’ve reason now to hold heads high, we’ve reason now to brag.
And the cheering, oh the cheering, is reverberating now
From Chicago, Mrs. Murphy, and the famed O’Leary cow.
So Caray rests so peacefully, a smile upon his face.
At last his team, Chicago Cubs, has surely won the race.
Soon the Indians come a’calling, and there’s fervor in their eyes
We are ready, set for action – GO CUBS! GO BEAT THOSE GUYS!
While Millie Bovich is our senior Tigers correspondent, she also claims a loyalty to Chicago due to five years’ living in Riverside and Des Plaines, IL.
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