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Remember what it was like in the winter of 2004 and the spring on 2005, when you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing a god-damn Red Sox hat or shirt?

Remember when you went up and asked them to name five players on the 2004 Sox team not named Ortiz, Ramirez, Martinez, Damon, or Schilling, and they couldn’t even name one?

Well, the bandwagon’s back baby, and this time the train came early, courtesy of the north side of Chicago.

In the past, no matter how bad your team did during the season, you could tell yourself “Hey, at least the Cubs still haven’t won a World Series!”

In fact, I still revel in the misery felt by every Cubs fan after a playoff loss. I wish I knew Steve Bartman so I could thank him for making me so happy. If I saw anyone sporting Cubs gear, I could drunkenly belittle their team for as long as I wanted, and they could not rebut.

But now it’s getting hard to find an actual Cubbie fan to make fun of.

I went to the Dodger/Cubs series at Dodger Stadium a while back, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. Usually Dodger Stadium is filled with unruly Mexicans who would literally kill people in the parking lot for wearing a Giants jersey. On this particular weekend, things were very very off:

A) The place was almost sold out. This occasion is usually reserved for when the Red Sox or the Yankees are in town (this is a general rule, no matter what stadium you’re in).

B) The usual gaggle of angry Latinos  was replaced by middle aged, white D-bags wearing collared shirts with cargo shorts and twenty-year-old frat boy douche-bags wearing the exact same thing.

C) They were all wearing Cubs hats. Hell, I even saw people wearing Cubs visors. Seriously bro, a visor?

The fact of the matter is the Cubs of 2008 are the Boston Red Sox of 2004. And the hard truth for lifelong Cubs fans is that you will now know what it feels like to be a Boston fan from pre-2004.

You’ll be at a sports bar hanging out with some friends and pounding a few brews. Out of the corner of your eye you’ll catch D-Lee hitting a dinger on the TV and start to casually clap/cheer. They you’ll hear an raucous echo and you’ll look around.

Every father, mother, son, and uncle in the joint will be wearing a big, fat, red “C” on their blue cap, and they’ll all be cheering. They might even proposition you with for a high-five that you’ll reluctantly accept because you have no clue what’s going on.

“Why are there other Cubs fans in (insert state not named Illinois)?”

Simple: Because they’re assholes.

And you, true Cubs fans, will be grouped together with those bandwagon bastards, and you can do nothing to stop it. You’ll tell people you’ve been a fan since birth, and you'll try to plead with them, but no one will listen. And this is how it’s been since the inception of competitive sports.

The problem I have is that they still

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