Bernie Lincicome

Somewhere, maybe everywhere, people are smiling about the Cubs. Not pity, not even sympathy, just smiles. Nice little season. Nice Sammy. No harm, no threat, and they are, after all,...

Step right up. The Bears' bandwagon is loading. Plenty of room. Don't shove. Leave room for the band. Next stop . . . uh, what is the next stop? "We're...

Playoff baseball comes back to Wrigley Field. Sinister clouds squat over the high-rises, a fresh October wind growls in off the lake, the faded ivy clings to the outfield wall...

Apologies to Sammy Sosa for my not hearing clearly his reassurance that the world is not ending. Sosa might have said that the war is not ending, but if he...

Fantasy being free and fitting for this most fantastic of baseball seasons, no better finish could there be than the Cubs and Red Sox in a World Series, a closing...

Cubs. October. Words that go together like sugar wafers and lug nuts. Or champagne and sliders. And the Cubs made use of both of those Monday night. Here they are...

So, that's what is meant by wild card. Thumbscrew baseball is what it is. Delicious torture for masochists. And Cubs fans, you know who you are. Delightful melodrama for the...

Gulp. Big gulp. And so it comes down to this: one game for some of the marbles. There might be a tomorrow. Hey, there could be a day after tomorrow....

Being merely The Weekend for Everything, the Cubs' little jaunt into Texas Indoor Hardball may from now until Sunday evening preoccupy the attention of folks in these parts, save the...

Not to put words in Sammy Sosa's mouth since there are enough of those without my adding any, but Sosa said before Tuesday's game that if Harry Caray were alive,...