I really don't do baseball, but tomorrow is August 2, my late grandfather's birthday. To commemorate, I'm saddling up with his favorite team, the Cubs. I remember many a summer evening spent in the TV room spent watching the Ryne Sandberg-Leon Durham-Lee Smith Cubs. When they lost, he would always mutter, "Old sorry Cubs." Then in 1984, they won the NL East Pennant. I didn't know who was happier, Grampaw or Harry Caray. At any rate, for the next two months, or however long they play, I'll be representing the Cubs.