June 2, 1983. Cubs vs. Pirates. Visiting Wrigley Field for the first time ever, I was on a school helper "treat field trip" in the far corners of the left field upper deck. There was a triple play from Cey to Sandberg to Buckner that afternoon.
And I was hooked.
I've been a Cub fan since that day. I love to see them win. It hurts to see them lose. I was so mad that night in 2003, our dog wet our bed. Seriously. But I just don't know if I want to see them win the final game of the post-season.
The Red Sox were good, and were loved across the country. Then they won THAT game. Now they're put in the same thoughts as the Yankees, as the Cowboys, as the Lakers. I don't know if I want that on the North Side.
Might it be better to let them be lovable losers forever? For now, there's always something better. They can always win another game. They can - I dunno - maybe even win a game in the first post-season series. But if they make it past the Grand Finale ... I think I'd be a little sad.
Besides that, what about the Cardinals fans? The White Sox followers? What would they ever do if the ONE thing they can hold over our head is gone? I know, you don't give a rat's Astro about those teams' fans, but, come on, admit it ... you have lots of fun egging them on, just like they egg you on. Would that be as much fun the season after they raised one final white W above the scoreboard - in November?
I want to know if I'm the only one. This is how I feel, and that will never change ... until they're one pitch away from heading to the golf course for the winter.