Wat da Wat?

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Perhaps the reason why I have such an optimistic view in life is because I am a DIE HARD CUB FAN!

Yes, it is true; they haven’t won a World Series since 1908, which makes it exactly 100 years. But I know for sure that if I die before the Cubs win the World Series, at least one of my children will be able to see this momentous occasion. And when this happens, all my children will undoubtedly order a World Series ring in my honor.

My fanaticism with the Cubs started with my dad. He was also a big Cub fan that is until the White Sox won the World Series and then he became a “Chicago Fan.” You can imagine how I felt that day when this was revealed to me. This was a betrayal beyond Benedict Arnold.  But, I had to get over it; after all he is my father.

What I don’t understand though is how my children are so indifferent when it comes to the Cubbies. I thought I raised them properly. We watched games together and I took them to see the game. But, the only one who really shows interest on the Cubs is the 3 year old, but this only happens if his favorite shows on TV are not on.

Perhaps my children’s apathy towards the Cubs is an ongoing conspiracy among my children to make Daddy’s life miserable. If you think that I am paranoid, keep on reading and judge for yourself. The following are examples of how my children purposely root against the Cubs just so they can spite me.

1. When we went to see the Cubs at Wrigley Field or see the Cross-town Classic against the Sox, they don’t even pay attention to the game. Their focus is on the cotton candy, ice cream, hot dogs, and going to the bathroom every time the Cubs are about to bat.

2. They always want to make a bet with me and of course they always pick the other team to win.

3. The Prodigal Son will text me from work just to let me know that the Cubs are losing or have lost. And, all his text messages are punctuated with, “Yea!”

4. I have been going to Cubs games for a long time now and I never had any opportunity to catch a ball. Finally, last year, the Family Genius and I went to one of the games. We had an excellent opportunity to grab a foul ball. The ball literally rolled passed the Family Genius and went under her seat. Instead of grabbing the ball, she allowed a kid sitting two seats down to go under her seat and to take the baseball. Man, the only time that I wanted her to be ruthless and selfish she couldn’t deliver for Daddy.

5. This is my favorite; the Guy in the Middle will actually watch the game with me so that he can make fun of the Cubs and then see how I would react. After a couple of, “Cubs sucks, there gonna lose, and aaaahaaaa,” the Guy in the Middle would normally exit the room because he knows that the next time he opens his mouth he will have to pay a hefty price.

Ok, my children are not really monstrous when it comes to the Cubs. They did mourn with me when the Cubs lost Game 6 of the 2003 National League Championship Series against the Florida Marlins; the infamous Bartman Ball incident. But this only lasted for the night. The following morning they were already hatching a plan on how to irk me for the next season.

This is ok. I can take all the abuse from them because they are my children and I love them. But mark my word. As soon as the Cubs win the World Series, I will redo all their bedrooms Cubby blue. Everything in their bedroom will remind them of the Cubs victory. I will play the song Go Cubs Go over and over again. And I will make them swear their allegiance to the Cubs and if they refuse to do so, then there’s always room in the garage.

GO CUBS!