Our Beloved Cubs

OUR BELOVED CUBS

Mr. DURBIN. Mr. President, I beg the forgiveness of my colleagues for this statement which I wrote rather quickly this morning.

There is weeping on Waveland,

And Sheffield is dark,

Another sad ending

At Addison and Clark.

The Cubbies lost the big one

In the very last game.

A season so different

Has ended the same.

There's no joy in Wrigleyville

As the ivy turns brown,

But who can forget,

The Cubs lit up the town.

Our Boys of Summer

Were a loveable crew,

With Sosa, Lofton,

And Moises Alou.

Prior, Wood, and Zambrano

Threw fire at our foes,

And we counted Farnsworth

And Borowski to close.

Ramirez, Gonzales,

Grudzielanek, and Karros,

Joined Miller and Bako

To keep the games close.

Our skipper was new

From the city by the Bay

But "In Dusty we Trusty"

From opener to closing day.

If Baker was the brains,

Each win had another part.

Our perfect 10, Ron Santo,

Was in every Cubby's heart.

America, we thank you

For loving the Cubs,

For cheering our long shots

In your living rooms and pubs.

Now in our despair

There's one thing to say.

Spring training is only

Four months away.

Next spring when the green

Is back on the vines,

Cubs fans will pour

Into the Friendly Confines.

America, don't give up,

Don't falter, don't grieve.

If you wanna be a Cub fan,

You gotta believe.