The Art Institute of Chicago is out painting the town a shade of Cubby blue









The Art Institute of Chicago is proving to be a most boisterous Cubs fan deep in the middle of a World Series.

Their time-honored tradition of "Wreathing the Lions" during the Christmas holidays is something I look forward to every year.

These stately lions have worn Bears helmets, White Sox hats and Blackhawks helmets in previous championship series in our sports crazed city. Never have they sported a Cubs hat until this October.

Without missing a beat, the Monday after the Cubs clinched the National League Pennant, their proud manes donned Cub hats and they have been greeting fans, tourists and art lovers at the front door of this world-class museum ever since.

But there is also some mischief brewing during the night.

While the museum's night security guards are nodding off, the inhabitants of a few select paintings slide off their canvas, tip-toe out of the gallery and head up Michigan Avenue to do some shopping at Clark Street Sports.









In Paris Street, Rainy Day, by Gustave Caillebotte, this couple have dumped their umbrella for a Cubs banner to keep them dry. The streets of Paris now wave the "W" flags from their buildings while a Cubs shirt peaks out from this gentleman's overcoat. Hey, who is that Cleveland fan ducking across the street? Who let him in this painting?

The most creative and good-humored staff at the Art Institute challenged the Cleveland Museum of Art for some art-baseball rivalry. We've got this Series covered by a landslide in the art department.






The iconic pointillism painting, A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, by Georges Seurat, has the park visitors donning Cub jerseys, hats and banners all with their Sunday's finest. Even the family dogs and pet monkey are fans, tail-wagging in their four-legged active wear to support their beloved Cubbies. Yes, dogs and monkeys are Cub fans. So are cats. Tino watches every game in her lucky spot cheering for her favorite player, Fowler.

Clark Street Sports must be ringing up a fortune with all this Cub gear flying off the shelves in the name of fine art.








Grant Wood's masterpiece, American Gothic, has replaced the pitchfork with a bat that Rizzo would like to borrow if Szczur's loses its magic. I honestly can't imagine Wood's sister Nan (on the left) sneaking out of the museum in the middle of the night to shop for a Cubs shirt. That would be dangerous and sinful. So I imagine she stayed behind on the gallery wall all snug, safe and proper and let Wood's dentist (that happy fellow on the right) do the shopping.









The sun rising in this gorgeous farm scene, The Song of the Lark, painted by Jules A. Breton,  becomes a baseball "Field Of Dreams" complete with the scoreboards in the outfield of Wrigley Field. Warming up with a bat replacing her scythe, she looks forward to the promise of a new day.

If she has that blind faith in the Cubs winning the next three, then so should we. After all, it's a new day and Lester is pitching tonight.

What's up next?  Van Gogh's The Bedroom I hope! Vincent would definitely be a loyal, devoted fan and hang his Baez jersey on that hook behind his bed. A Joe Maddon bobble head would stand next to the blue vase on his humble table and a "W" flag would fly outside the only window.

Meanwhile, I know the city is broke Rahm, but where is the jersey or hat on the Picasso?  All you could muster was to dye the fountain blue?  Shame on you.

My heartfelt gratitude to the Art Institute of Chicago for these modern Chicago masterpieces all done up in Cubby blue. Priceless.

Go Cubs, Go!

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