I have been saving my recently acquired copy of George F. Will’s new book, an ode to Wrigley Field and the history of the Cubs, until the end of the World Series so I could curl up with it, accompanied by a steaming cup of shade-grown-in-volcanic-soil-Galapagos-Arabica coffee, and read it in the warmth of the five-degree field any resolution of the Series would have entrailed. I’m pleased to report that the book is, like his Men at Work and Bunts, another stunning example of what baseball writing can be at its best – unlike, say, Scrooge McLoria’s misbegotten What’s it All About, Charlie Brown.
Incidentally, though, if you ever thought George F. Will, conservative pundit, has personality traits in common with Harry Lime, confidence man, here’s your long-awaited confirmation:
For decades Will, Reslugnican ideological murenger deluxe yet also author of one of this gravity-defyingly leftist correspondent’s most beloved baseball books (the aforementioned Men at Work), since August shouldered rudely aside by Trump’s illiterate rabble (it’s hard to be persuaded by literate propaganda when you can barely read in the first place) and patiently (if bitterly) biding his time while waiting for Hair Hitler to go down in ignominy, has for years trumpeted his fanship for the Chicago Cubs, couched in all but Shakespearean tragic terms. As he noted in a brief interview with Ken Burns in his classic baseball teledocumentary, growing up in the Champaign-Urbana region of central Illinois one had the choice of being a Cubs or Cardinals fan. “My friends were Cardinals fans and they grew up happy and liberal,” Will noted. “I was a Cubs fan and I grew up bitter and conservative.”
Well, I guess that explains it. Lonliness. Isolation. Peer pissoir. One wonders what he must have thought watching fellow Cubs fan, the heathenishly left or mercenarily mere right-center (depending on whether you were a Bernie’s Baby) Hillary Clinton, exulting at the final out on during a campaign stop:
So we know how Hillary felt. But, George….? It’s now five whole days since the angelus tilted orf its axis and not a peep about the subject from George. Not a peep.
George! Where are you man? Still in shock? The words won’t come. Come on, your fans want to know how you feel about the leaching away of the tragic element in your consciousness. Speak, George!