Will I be going to the Cubs home opener on April 7th at Wrigley? Not even if you paid me. Even though they finished with their tenth-best record last season, just two years after Castillo's pop fly robbed them of what would have been their first World Series appearance since WW2, and even though NRO's Carrie Lukas predicts them winning the pennant this year, I am approaching the coming 2006 with a yawn and a sigh--why?
Not because I found a new reason to hate the Cubs, but because I discovered professional lacrosse! See, it turns out that waaayyy back in the nether regions of the Dallman family tree, there once was an Illiniwek tribesman named Makluia, who taught a group of French explorers to play the sport in the late 1600s. As I looked into it, with no small amount of help from an online geneology database, I discovered that Makluia married a white woman, who was the sister of my greatx8 grandmother!
So now, with this exciting sport of sticks and balls ringing through my blood, I have gone ahead and invested some of Twyla's inheritence on season's tickets for the Chicago Machine, our local pro lacrosse outfit. Goodbye pop flies, hello cross-checking!
