LOS ANGELES – Joe Maddon walks into Wrigley Field most days, often pushing his mountain bike, and says, sometimes out loud, “Thank you.” He’s sure there’s mold where mold shouldn’t be in there. The air conditioning seems a bit fragile, judging from the fact it doesn’t always turn on no matter how many times he jabs at the “On” button. For his perfect ballpark, there’s a lot of imperfect to overlook.
“I love it,” he said.
There’s plenty to be attached to, long as a hundred or so years of knees to the groin haven’t left too big of an emotional scar. The building, sure. More, and better, there’s this ballclub Theo Epstein dreamed up, blew life into and held at the elbow until it would stand on its own, that as of late August walked proudly with the fourth-best record in the game, which, as of now, would earn it three more hours of baseball.
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