Saturday, May 22, 2010

Cubs vs. Sox


The sports in Chicago and the rivalry between sports fans that follow different teams is unlike any other that I've ever witnessed. Many would argue that this intense tension between differing fans should be considered obsolete due to the fact that in the last few years certain Chicago sports teams, of course the ones of which I am a die-hard fan of, have been, shall we say slipping in ranks. The tension in Soldier Field when the Chicago Bears play the Packers or even the Colts, or during the Cross-Town Classic, a day that rivals the excitement of Christmas for me, when the Chicago Cubs take on the Chicago White Sox. Typing the name of the Sox makes my fingers ache. I will forever be a Cubs fan. I will be the 90 year old at a game at Wrigley Field in head-to-toe Cubs paraphernalia with a huge, blue, foam finger. My hope is that my only difficulty as my much older self will be which Cubs World Series winning t-shirt I will have to wear...hey a girl can dream can't she. The Cubs have broken my heart, left me bruised after their recent 7 game losing streak, and kicked me while I'm down by having some of our best players on the disabled list. But for as long as I can remember, I have loved the Cubs. I pranced around in my Sosa uniform as a little kid, my Kerry Wood signed glove as a teenager, and my Derek Lee jersey as a adult. The Cubs hold a place in my past, present, and future love of sports and I can only hope there are actual winning seasons in my future with them. And while I'm hoping the best for my Cubbies, I hope to watch the White Sox fans weep over their victory. This sounds rather harsh I realize, but for any Cubs fans who lived in Chicago during the 2005 World Series, they will understand. Enduring the celebration and smack talk from these fans made my already Cubby-blue bleeding heart even worse. It's time for restituion and compensation from these delightfully colorful, fans clad only in cutoff sleeves and jeans with holes in them, and armed with their white lawn furniture and Pabst Blue Ribbon. And we will get it, hopefully in my lifetime.

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