


Why wouldn’t it be so important to me? Why shouldn’t it?” “It’s an opportunity to get together with a lot of friends, with my son. “This is the one that means much more to me than the game,” says Shannon, 82.

The starting pitching will carry them through, Bill insisted. When the Cleveland Indians took a 7-1 lead in Game 4, on their way to a 3-1 Series advantage that pushed Chicago to the brink of elimination, it was Bill who kept smiling, who refused to count the Cubs out. Shannon’s a 63-year bleacher regular who watched all three World Series games at Wrigley next to his son, Tim. Game 7 was for Bill Shannon, a retired machine tool company executive from Rockford, Ill., who sits in Section 310, Row 14, Seat 2. “It sounds kind of crazy, I know,” says Caldow, 67, “but when some of us have issues, we’d rather talk to our ballpark family rather than our own family.” The regulars show up to each other’s weddings, baby showers and funerals. The bleacher regulars are a tight-knit group, some 200 strong, with a bond cemented by decades of unfailing devotion to one of the worst, most unlucky, possibly cursed teams in professional sports.
