A Salute To The Bandwagon Cubs Fan

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A Salute To The Bandwagon Cubs Fan

Hey! Hey! Go, Cubs, Go! Am I right?

Man, what a ride this season has been. After 106 seasons of heartbreak, it’s actually in sight! The Promised Land, The Light At The End Of the Tunnel, The World Series.

You? You’ve been a Cubs fan for as long as you can remember. After you graduated from college and got a project manager job at a local ad agency, you found your niche in Chicago and have felt at home ever since. Never mind that you’re from Missouri, Michigan, Wisconsin, or Ohio — you’re a Cubs fan now. You’ve turned in your hometown Tigers, Indians, and Reds hats for the red, white, and blue of the Cubbies.

You remember it like it was yesterday. No, no, not the first time your father took you to the park, taught you how to keep a box score, and bought you a box of Cracker Jacks. I’m talking about your first game at Wrigley where you slugged down Old Styles on a sweltering mid-summer Friday afternoon where you skipped out of work early to hit the bleachers in your freshly purchased player shirt. What a time that was. Whether it was singing “Take Me Out To The Ball Game” while staring at the ivy or Snapchatting all your friends Ronnie Woo Woo and captioning it “#standard,” you knew the Cubs were officially your team.

And now look where you are. The National League Championship Series! Only eight more wins and you’ll be hoisting the Commissioner’s Trophy (or “The World Series” as you call it)! You don’t want this championship — you need it. You’ve been in Chicago for a long four years now, and you’ve never seen it this crazy! (Well, except for those Blackhawks Stanley Cup victories that you hopped on board with too. Patrick Kane!)

But it just warms your heart to see Wrigleyville this electric. Sluggers, Cubbie Bear, Murphys, and Harry’s Tavern. You’re pretty much a regular there at this point, right?

What a ride. Gone are the dark days of 100-loss seasons and whisperings of Sammy Sosa’s corked bat or steroids. We’re no longer talking about Zambrano, Soriano, and Kerry Wood (I know, I know, you’re not totally sure who they are or what they did but people toss those names around). We’ve got a new era: Rizzo! Bryant! Baez! Schwarber! Soler! Arrieta! You can finally say it — These guys are good!

Sure, you were going to high school in a different state when Bartman snagged that ball and continued the curse (after all, it had everything to do with him and not Prior’s wild pitch, Alex Gonzalez booting that grounder, or all seven runs they gave up after Bartman’s exit). You hate him, right? His actions just altered your path to glory in such a huge way, so you can’t even stand when someone so much as mentions that name. But all of this winning! It’s sure helping to ease the pain.

You bleed that Cubbie blue. October baseball is redefining you. Fly the “W”! Yabo! Praise hand emojis! Long live Theo Epstein (he’s the Cubs President, if you didn’t know)!

So, to all the greenhorn Cubs fans out there, I crack open a tall-boy of Old Style and salute your struggle. Yeah, you’ve abandoned your hometown team, couldn’t name any players on the team going into spring training, and own a pink hat. But you deserve this championship run.

Well, that is until they lose and you have to hop on the Blackhawks bandwagon again.

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