The
one point Cubs’ and White Sox fans can agree on is that there is no such animal
as a “Chicago baseball fan.” That’s just
a fair-weather wannabe who doesn’t know a safety squeeze from a hit-and-run but
wants in on the postseason. To bounce
from North Side to South and back depending on playoff possibilities is beyond
my comprehension.
I
no longer hate the Cubs the way I did in my youth. I was at a Sox game in 1969 a little before
the Great Swoon, courtesy of the Miracle Mets.
The crowd at Comiskey Park was probably in the vicinity of 5,000, max. The highlight of the night was someone
burning a picture of Ron Santo. You could
say the hate runs deep.
No
matter what the Cubs do this year or next, we got to the World Series
first. That’s enough. It has to be.
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