CHICAGO -- Spring is coming.
Not to get all Eddard Stark on you, but it's time to batten down the hatches, say a prayer to the Baseball Gods, and prepare for another season of anger and apathy, raised hopes and dashed spirits.
Prepare to endure Chicago baseball. Hey, at least we have the weather.
How many days of your precious life have you spent cursing at the Cubs? How many nights wasted smoldering at the Sox?
Furthermore, would you have it any other way?
Well-intentioned baseball people try to change that with witty slogans and bottom-to-top rebuilding plans, and even in one occasion, an actual World Series championship, but if existence is about dealing with disappointment, then Chicago baseball is perfect.