By Dan Mendelson
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try (71 times try) again.
That’s the business lesson we learn from the Chicago Cubs when after 71 so-so seasons and a few that came near miraculous – the Cubs finally pulled off an event not seen since the close of World War II and ten years before I was born. On Saturday night. October 22, they made it as the National league entry into the World Series against Cleveland.
Why should I care about the Cubs?
Well, first of all, it’s my home town – even though I’ve lived in Detroit for nearly 27 years. There is just something about Wrigley Field that makes the essence of baseball watched there – so special. It’s also about what the Cubs meant to me growing up in Chicago. Ernie Banks, Glenn Beckert, Billy Williams, Ron Santo, Randy Hundley and even a pitcher who once autographed my glove, Kenny Holtzman. That was my team and on the playground we agonized over their defeats and thrilled at every victory. We all played pick up baseball during every recess opportunity in grade school and the Cubs were our hometown heroes to emulate.