Dodgers' win was a bleacher bummer
DODGERS-CUBS
The most devoted fans of the Cubs have to sit through a loss on the way to what they hope is a World Series title.
CHICAGO -- It's 52 degrees and getting colder at Wrigley Field as Manny Ramirez, waiting for the next Cubs hitter, shoves his right hand into his back pocket to keep warm.
Suddenly a man in the bleachers behind the Dodgers' left fielder stands up, cups his hands around his mouth and yells, "Hey Manny! Take your hand out of your pocket! Get ready to run!"
Ramirez either doesn't hear him, or pretends he doesn't hear him, but the Chicago fans are just getting warmed up.
"You look real cute from the back, Manny!" yells one fan while holding his cup of beer in one hand. Another quickly chimes in: "Hey Manny, be Manny!"
Welcome to the legendary Wrigley bleachers, home of the Cubs' "bleacher bums," the die-hard fans who spend each game bonding with friends, taunting opposing outfielders and soaking up the game and team they love most.
The bleacher bums also are famous for their suffering, with the Cubs going 100 years without a World Series title. And they suffered a tad more Wednesday as the Cubs opened postseason play by losing to the Dodgers, 7-2.
Before the game ended, though, several bleacher bums said they're confident of finally seeing a championship.
And just behind the bleachers, on Waveland Avenue, several buildings all had the same placard in their windows that read, "It's Gonna Happen."
"This is without a doubt the best Cubs team I've ever seen," said Al Yellon, a 51-year-old Chicagoan. But he pointed to his friends in the bleachers and added, "it's about the people you're with, in addition to the ballgame."
One of his friends, Jeff Heimert of Chicago, said "we've all been coming here a long time."
"Even though none of us knew each other before, we've all grown up together since we stated coming out here," he said. "Now we go to each other's weddings, we go to funerals we go to bar mitzvahs."
Many ballparks have bleachers, of course, but there long has been something distinct about Wrigley's bleachers and the community of fans who have gathered there to endure year after year of heartache.
They were celebrated in the long-running play "Bleacher Bums," which not only was an ode to the game in general and Cubs fans in particular but also stood as a metaphor for how life often produces more strikeouts than doubles.
Even on a more prosaic level, Wrigley's bleachers "really capture the beauty of going to a place that kind of takes your cares away," said Tammy Lechner, author of "Our Team -- Our Dream," a book also filled with her photographs of 15 seasons spent with the Cubs and its fans.
