(FYI, this post was started before Monday, but is just going up now.)

If you have met me, you are probably aware that baseball is one of my favorite things. I am, and have always been a Cubs fan, despite the considerable emotional trauma they’ve visited on me. I also happened to live in Massachusetts for the better part of six years, during which time the Red Sox were a fun, dynamic (and successful) team. I went to my first game in the spring of 2002, the guest of a friend whose father had gotten tickets. In the glorious fall of 2003, they were both in the playoffs, and my broken little Cubs fan heart found commonalities with the broken hearts of many a Red Sox fan. The next summer (2004) I was moping around Western Massachusetts, no car, little social life, and wrapped up in a relationship I would now compare to a dying star, and one of my rare consolations were the Red Sox games on television. You can guess what happened next – they won the World Series, I moved to Boston, and my roommate and I, with help from a baseball-obsessed city, brainwashed my skeptical girlfriend into fandom right along with us. I should probably apologize for that …

In the end, though, I’ll always come back to the Cubs.

Scorecard Project
Scorecard Project
Cubs Shrine
Cubs Shrine
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