On Saturday, the St. Baldrick’s Foundation, a volunteer charity that aims to eliminate childhood cancer through research, is hosting a local event to raise money for the cause.
The event takes place at 3 p.m. at Cheers, 1942 45th S. in Munster. Football players from Highland High School and firefighters from local departments, including Lansing, have pledged to shave their heads to help rise money for St. Baldrick’s.
At the event, tickets will be sold for several raffle prizes, ranging from admission tickets to the Bristol Renaissance Fair to tools to sporting events and concert tickets. So far, the participating teams are about two-thirds of the way toward their $5,000 fundraising goal. If you can’t attend, but would like to contribute, you can donate online at http://www.stbaldricks.org/events/Hoseoutcancer.
And a few sobering statistics from St. Baldricks: Worldwide a child is diagnosed with cancer every three minutes, and one in five children diagnosed in the U.S. will not survive. Only 4 percent of all federal cancer research funding is dedicated to pediatric cancer research.
A Cubs fan’s heartbreak never ends
Well, as has become tradition with my dad and I, we went to our annual opening week game at Wrigley Field on Thursday. Pretty much every year we freeze our tails off and vow that next year we will plan our outing weeks later when it is warmer. And most years we leave disappointed after we give up a lead or end repeated innings with men stranded on bases.
Being a Cubs fan is a lesson in disappointment, defeat and dealing with frustration. It means getting your hopes up over and over again and often being let down. It means seeing mismanagement and bad trade deals and feeling helpless. There’s a lot of criticism that can be heaped on when it’s been 68 years since the team has made it to the World Series and 105 since they’ve won a World Series title.
But being a Cubs fan is also a lesson in optimism, in silver linings, in rooting for underdogs and in compassion and sympathy. It’s about believing in things that seem unattainable.
Still, knowing that I most likely will end up heartbroken again by October, being a die-hard Cubs fan is something you can’t shake off. You can’t abandon your ship, no matter how obvious it is that it is sinking. If someone asked me if I would want to spend five hours outside in 40-degree temperatures, with a bitter wind blowing off the lake, while being rained on, I’d surely say no. But, throw in a hot dog, a bag of peanuts, an organ, a diamond on a big green field at the Friendly Confines and I can’t say no.
To me, there’s such a nostalgic charm about being at a Cubs game and I’m there with people I love, making great memories (even when they do lose.) In the end it’s just a game, but it’s really so much more than just a game.