It's not the lights that ruined Wrigley

I was a die-hard Cubs fan - until yesterday. That's when the Cubs unveiled their new mascot - Clark - a friendly, fuzzy, fake-furred cub bear. I hate Clark. But then again, I hate all mascots.

Last summer, sitting in the friendly confines at Wrigley Field, I admired the ivy-covered walls, the old scoreboard and the fact that the Cubs, unlike other teams, do not have a mascot. I felt proud that the Cubs didn't follow suit. They were a baseball team first and foremost. The fans were focused on the team - not on a distracting, ill-proportioned character like Bernie Brewer, the mustachioed sliding mascot of the Milwaukee Brewers or the Swinging Friar of the San Francisco Padres or the Phillies' "snotty-looking" Phanatic.

I guess the Cubs have to follow suit - even if it's an oversized bear costume. And I thought the lights would ruin Wrigley.

Janice Lee Loster

Palatine