This story is a tale of revenge about a disgruntled Chicago Cubs fan that was told to me by a fellow, who was told by another fellow, about a mutual acquaintance, who I shall refer to as “Z.” If anyone were to get the idea that legal ramifications may be pursued, the story would be considered here-say in court; so as we say in Chicago “forget about it.” I will relate this short anecdote to you as it was related to me, and as unlikely as this series of events may seem, you must remember that you are dealing with a Chicago Cubs fan.
Any baseball fan that has followed the Cubs over the years can relate to the frustration and depression that is the eventual outcome of this pursuit. The ultimate crash happened in 1969 when the Cubs packed up their bags after the first half of the season and forgot to play the second half. I still have nightmares about the New York (give-me- a-fucking-break) Miracle Mets and Tommy Agee. But that is a different story and I don’t wish to take pills and drink alcohol this early in the morning; so let’s jettison to 1984 and the city of San Diego.
The Cubs and Padres had squared off for a trip to the World Series with the first two games to be played in Chicago. (Although the Cubs had the best record in the National League in 84, the Padres received the advantage of hosting the last three games because of the scheduling format─talk about a curse.) Without getting into too much detail (it’s too painful), the Cubs won the first two games and the series shifted to San Diego where the Padres won the third. In game four, with the score tied 5-5, Garvey ruined Chicago Cubs fans hopes by hitting a walk-off homer in the ninth inning against Lee Smith (Smith committed suicide later in his life). The Cubs eventually succumbed to the Padres in game five, losing 6-3, after taking a three run lead. This game was noted by the infamous ball through the leg play by Leon Durham, but the crushing blow was the game four homerun by Garvey.
Keeping this in mind, Cub fans took a gas and went into the “wait until next year mode,” but I can tell you one thing from personal experience: Cub fans have a long memory.
Now back to Z. After the 1984 debacle, Z was prescribed Prozac for post-mortem Chicago Cub depression and went on with his life. He eventually moved to San Diego where he went into the radio business and ran a talk show. The big-wigs at the station set up a format, which believe or not, included a three hour talk show hosted by Steve Garvey. On the first day of Garvey’s show, Z and Garvey engaged in some fun ribbing on the air, when things turned ugly. Z informed Garvey that he had ruined his and other Cubs fans lives when he had hit the game four homerun, and that he could now exact revenge if he wished. Garvey laughed it off as a joke and remarked that he knew that this would not be the case because his new boss was a nice person. “You don’t know dick,” Z said, “You’re nothing but a big fucking asshole, and I will make your life miserable.”
There was a slight pause on the airway and then silence. Corporate had pulled the plug on Z and told him to move on, but not before the “Revenge of the Cub fan” exacted payback.