Opening Day opening prayer

My rabbi grew up in Chicago – the North side.

His people – his fellow Cubs fans, wandered in the desert – the baseball desert, for 108 years.

The afternoon of the seventh game of the World Series last fall, Daniel Burg and his wife, Miriam, who’s also a rabbi, were in line to vote at the Early Voting Center in Northwest Baltimore.

“Do you want to join us tonight to watch the game?” he asked.

I’ve gone to Orioles games with Rabbi Burg. “He understands baseball,” I said to myself. “I’ll be there,” I responded.

I stayed until the end – through the rain delay, until the last out.

That’s when the Rabbi’s mother called. Her timing was perfect.

They talked about her husband and his father. And what this World Series would have meant to him.

108 years of waiting and losing was over. Dayenu!

On Opening Day, every baseball fan can say, “Next October in the World Series.” Amen

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