There’s a city in America that has a baseball team that won 101 games and is headed to the MLB playoffs.
That same city in America has another baseball team that won 99 games and is also headed to the MLB playoffs.
There’s another city in America whose AL team limped to 81 wins while wasting a year of golden opportunity in a weak MLB division.
That same city in America has another baseball team that won 74 games but doesn’t care because it is not so much baseball team as it is tourist attraction.
There’s a city in America that can look forward EVERY SEASON to being a serious contender to win the World Series.
And there’s another city in America that wins a World Series once in the span of four generations.
There’s a city in America that has had two players that legitimately won the all-time home run king title in Major League Baseball.
And there’s another city in America where the once-highly-regarded baseball team FORGOT how to hit home runs.
There’s a city in America that expects to be winners as if it where their birthright.
And there’s another city in America where winning something big happens as often as a big meteor strike.
So, why is one city in America the place of winners? And there’s another city in America that’s always left a place of whiners?
Is it luck? Is it fate? Is it hard work? Is it dumb chance?
Is it good ownership? Is it Karma?
As the saying goes... You Are What Your Record Says You Are.
Yes, a tale of Two Cities. One that lives with energy and excitement of October baseball.
And another city with lockers quickly emptied and air flights quickly taken. And empty ball parks.
Maybe one day that city that lives with perpetual disappointment will have an AL team worth all the love and devotion that Sox Nation gives to it every year.
But this won’t happen by wishing it so. It has to be MADE so. Like the First City already long ago figured out.
The distance between Chicago and New York is about 800 miles.
But in some ways, the distance is almost beyond measure.