If you are living on planet Earth, you've probably heard by now that the Cubs won last night. I didn't watch the game but my facebook page was blowing up with constant status updates of the score, pitching reference and pictures of people celebrating, not to mention the bad behavior of Mr. Rodriguez.
I don't watch baseball or any sport for that matter unless my kid is playing. My husband doesn't really watch baseball on TV either. I could probably only tell you the name of one or two players currently on the Cubs yet, I still call myself a Cubs fan. I'm not someone who just jumped on the bandwagon. I was raised by a die hard Cubs fan.
Though I am not an avid sports fan, I feel like Cub fans have something that other fans don't have. Hope. They have hope. They've never given up on their boys in blue. Every year is going to be "their year". Every year they cheer them on. They don't jump off the bandwagon when their team loses, they just say "maybe next year". They are eternally hopeful. Doesn't the world need a little more of that?
I haven't watch a Cubs game this entire season. With social media, I still knew how well the Cubs were doing. I have a friend who is a die hard fan so I can usually just check her page for any information I may need. (Yes, you Cindy!) I guess the reason I can say I'm still a Cubs fan is because of the great memories I have of the Cubs.
When I think of the Cubs, I think of friends and family. I think of the past few summers of going to Wrigley Field with a group of friends. I remember the fun we had at the game, even though we froze one year and were sweaty messes the next year. I remember good times at the Cubby Bear where it's so packed you are literally surrounded by Cubs fans. I remember getting to miss school one May to go to the Cubs game with my family in 5th grade. It was a rain out but seeing the players slide across the tarps was a blast.
My dad has always been a Cubs Fan and still probably has the shiny blue Cubs coat from the 80's. When we went to Wrigley, it meant going with family because he hated the Chicago traffic. One time he was following my uncle so closely, he rear ended him. We didn't have social media growing up but we had WGN, channel 9. Harry Caray was part of my childhood. We didn't need facebook updates to know when the game was won because my dad and our neighbor would be outside having a cold one and celebrating. This was before the "W" flag was flown but we could count on our neighbor, Jim, coming out and saying "holy cow" in his best Harry Caray voice. My favorite players were Ryne Sandberg and I even had a big pin with Rick Sutcliffe's picture on it.
So while I may not be watching all the games, I'm still rooting for the Cubbies. A friend of ours from high school recently lost his battle to cancer and he really wanted to see the Cubs win the World Series before he died. I know he's up there watching them with the best seat in the house. I know all the Cub fans are full of hope for this team. And the world needs more hope. So with that being said, Carry on Cub fans, carry on!