I love being a Cubs fan. I'm not an expert on the team or players or anything, but I grew up in a family where being a Cubs fan is the tradition. Today I went to the game with my dad, uncle, and cousin. My dad and I go once a summer, and he tells the same stories every year. He reminisces about the route my grandpa used to take when they'd drive to games (all the way from Plainfield to the north side with no expressways) and talks about specific games he was there for. (Like the one where the final score was 23-22.)
Today was an exciting game; I was biting my lip the whole time. The Braves were ahead, 2-0, for most of the game. But the Cubs came back. It went into the 11th inning, when finally, with the bases loaded, the batter (can't remember who) got hit by a pitch, forcing a run. I love being at Wrigley when the Cubs win; high-fiving strangers, singing the Cubs song... it's great.
So after the game we went to Sluggers to have a drink and wait for the crowd on the el to die down. It was so weird being there with my dad. "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" was blaring as we walked in, and the bar was pretty crowded. A waitress came by with Jello shots, and my dad asked what they were. (Which is surprising, since I know he partied a lot in his day.) Anyway, it was a typical bar scene, but it was just weird to be there with my dad. Sometimes it seems like my parents are getting old... but then I see my dad's excitement when the Cubs win, or my mom's non-stop energy as she runs around Cedar Point, and I think, they will never be old.
Anyway, the point is that I love the Cubs and the culture and tradition that goes along with being a Cubs fan.
Today was an exciting game; I was biting my lip the whole time. The Braves were ahead, 2-0, for most of the game. But the Cubs came back. It went into the 11th inning, when finally, with the bases loaded, the batter (can't remember who) got hit by a pitch, forcing a run. I love being at Wrigley when the Cubs win; high-fiving strangers, singing the Cubs song... it's great.
So after the game we went to Sluggers to have a drink and wait for the crowd on the el to die down. It was so weird being there with my dad. "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" was blaring as we walked in, and the bar was pretty crowded. A waitress came by with Jello shots, and my dad asked what they were. (Which is surprising, since I know he partied a lot in his day.) Anyway, it was a typical bar scene, but it was just weird to be there with my dad. Sometimes it seems like my parents are getting old... but then I see my dad's excitement when the Cubs win, or my mom's non-stop energy as she runs around Cedar Point, and I think, they will never be old.
Anyway, the point is that I love the Cubs and the culture and tradition that goes along with being a Cubs fan.
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