Growing up a baseball fan in Chicago can be a great thing because with two pro baseball teams, it seems you can always find a game on TV.
In a sense, you get the best of both worlds, with a chance to see stars from both the National and American Leagues.
And then, you grow up and reality sets in...and you realize the divide between the fans of the Cubs and White Sox. The rivalry can become very heated, and after taking it all in, I picked the side of the White Sox.
After I got married, I moved to the center of Cubbie heaven because my wife is from Evanston. I had a hard time finding White Sox gear and when I would take the El on days when the Cub's played, I was surrounded by those stupid blue hats.
However, I found Cubs fans to be a tremendous source of humor after a game, because the majority would be drunk and I would love to engage them in conversation. I would admire their blind faith in the their squad. The Cubs could sign Satan as a starting pitcher and their fans would rejoice.
Then in 2005 when the Sox won it all, the experience of being a Sox fan on the Northside really hit home. Because after the last out I jumped for joy as tears of happiness streamed down my face, I went out into my neighborhood and there was...nothing. As I walked I saw no parties, no happy fans...nothing.
I watched as people denied themselves the pleasure of experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime moment because it wasn't the Cubs. Even today I find myself resisting mentioning 2005 when I get into a debate with a Cub fan, however I have found that it works like kryptonite on Superman when necessary.
To all my White Sox brothers and sisters out there, when the Cubs finally win a World Series, don't be a hater. But if you want to have a little fun, the next time a Cubs fan that you may know gets a little obnoxious, just mention that wonderful fall evening in 2005 and watch as they act as if their head will explode.
Go SOX!!! (And Cubs)