Dear Bobby Scales,
So there's a story like yours every year in the major leagues. (Apparently the White Sox had one a couple of years ago? Missed that somehow.) I know this. I'm still thrilled that you've gotten your chance, thrilled enough that I don't even mind what had to happen to get you on my beloved Cubs. (Well, okay, and it doesn't hurt that my beloved Ryan Theriot is in no danger of being ousted from the lineup, either.)
I am touched by your sheer goodness, by your love of the game and by what appears to be genuine joy every time you step on that field. You are eloquent in a way that professional athletes rarely are, crafting sentences and stories in a way that reminds me of another famous Chicagoan whose mere existence thrills me and leaves me with deep dread.
Dread?
Here's the deal, #24. Only part of me believes you are real, that I will not be blindsided by some sort of ugly truth. I am too cynical and sad to completely believe in your ascent, unable to trust this ride long enough to enjoy it. It's me, not you. Please be living the fairy tale, making the world safe for democracy...er...31-year-old rookies of all types. Please be living the dream and loving the dream, and be an even better person for realizing the dream. Thank you for the inspiration, for the invitation to joy. I'll try to make it to the party; I'll look for you on the dance floor, the music transcendent.
I am touched by your sheer goodness, by your love of the game and by what appears to be genuine joy every time you step on that field. You are eloquent in a way that professional athletes rarely are, crafting sentences and stories in a way that reminds me of another famous Chicagoan whose mere existence thrills me and leaves me with deep dread.
Dread?
Here's the deal, #24. Only part of me believes you are real, that I will not be blindsided by some sort of ugly truth. I am too cynical and sad to completely believe in your ascent, unable to trust this ride long enough to enjoy it. It's me, not you. Please be living the fairy tale, making the world safe for democracy...er...31-year-old rookies of all types. Please be living the dream and loving the dream, and be an even better person for realizing the dream. Thank you for the inspiration, for the invitation to joy. I'll try to make it to the party; I'll look for you on the dance floor, the music transcendent.