The dowager queen, Wrigley Field.
Never before has TV more extensively covered sports than it does right now.  We can pretty much see any game we want and keep it forever.  One thing that hasn’t kept up is the quality of the broadcasts themselves.

The picture is better and clearer, we can practically count Ted Lilly’s nosehairs when he’s on the mound.  The sound is great, what we hear, often isn’t.

We take you back to an October night in 1989, when the Cubs were hosting the San Francisco Giants in game one of the NLCS.  Vin Scully did an open that to this day, still gives off goosebumps.  Vin didn’t hype the game and talk up Andre Dawson or Will Clark.  NBC didn’t dust off an old copy of Foreigner 4 to try to fire up the fans.

Vin wrote, and read, about Wrigley Field.

She stands alone on the corner of Clark and Addison
This dowager queen, dressed in black and pearls
75 years old
Proud head held high
And not a hair out of place
Awaiting yet another date with destiny
Another time for Mr. Right

She dreams, as old ladies will
Of men gone long ago
Joe Tinker
Johnny Evers
Frank Chance

And of those of recent vintage
Like her man Ernie
And The Lion
And Sweet Billy Williams

And she thinks wistfully of what might have been
And the pain is still fresh and new
And her eyes fill
Her lips tremble
And she shakes her head ever so slightly

And then she sighs
Pulls her shall tightly around her frail shoulders
And thinks
“This time.”
“This time it will be better.”