That’s Cub… you see that all over the place now. Some people don’t like it; I’m fine with it. As the Cubs train gets bigger and bigger after winning their first World Series, it still all boils down to playing the games. I love watching my team play baseball.
Monday night was one of those moments where I really felt the love, a special kind of love for the Cubs, that not all Cubs “fans” may have. I’m not going to speak for everyone; I’m not going to decipher who is a true Cubs fan, who is more of a fan than another, who is a casual fan, and who is the band wagon rider. The bottom line is, the bigger your team gets, the more “fans” it will have. In the Cubs case, with the national exposure over the years via WGN, they already had a bigger following than most. Yes, the loveable losers always had a ton of fans, and now, that they’re actually NOT losers… this train is bigger than ever.
And that’s OK; I ain’t mad. When the Cubs played in Cincinnati earlier this year, they ran a between inning skit claiming that all the Cubs fans in attendance were those bandwagon riders. It didn’t really upset me; I got a kick out of it. Some of it is true, and now, for the Cubs, it is true more than ever. I don’t worry about it, because I know I’ve been on this train for a long time.
I’m not going to stop loving the Cubs because everybody does now. And not everybody loves the Cubs by the way… plenty of haters out there, including in our very own city. But just because loving the Cubs is the popular thing to do now, doesn’t mean I’m going to stop; like I said, I’ve been here all along. Sometimes it does irritate me…
I don’t like bandwagon fans in general. I’ve talked plenty of crap about them in these very blogs. It’s because for me, there was never a choice. I’ve rooted for my teams since I was a kid; the same teams I root for today. Yes, I liked the Sox too early on, but was more of a Cubs fan, and yes, I wasn’t such a huge Hawks fan early on either; both of these were related to the same reason.. cable TV. But it’s always been about Chicago teams, especially my Cubs.
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So when a moment like Monday night comes along, I really enjoy it. Yes, I know they were getting blown out, but so what. It was an hour and a half delay, they were down by 8 runs, there was nobody in the stands, yet, there I was… watching the Cubs… not changing the channel. I really savored it; it felt like, at this very moment, there wasn’t all those people watching the Cubs. They were down by a ton, and besides a miraculous comeback, were going to lose big; the pitch-by-pitch pressure that I normally feel when watching the Cubs was gone. I could just sit and enjoy my team play baseball, seemingly all by myself.
It was fun. Contreras to 3rd base, Montero to 1st base, Schwarby behind the plate, Baez going deep. The Cubs still seemed up beat, just like me, chalking this one up as just one of those games. After all, they get to play a game for a living… a game that I started officially playing at the age of 6. It’s the team that I love playing the game that I love, and there seemed like nobody else around to watch. My wife actually seemed to enjoy watching the game with me at this point… maybe it’s because I wasn’t yelling at the TV. Maybe she could sense my calm enjoyment. Maybe this was also a nice moment to share with one of my “other” great loves…
I’m not going to lie to anybody; if I was at that game with my wife and son, we would have been watching the end of it from the same place I was on this night. I also know that if I was by myself, I would have sat there until the very last pitch. I don’t have to prove that to anybody; I know.
I know that I ride with my teams, and on this night, with my Cubs through it all. Whether it’s a rain delayed, regular season game at the beginning of the season, or whether it’s Game 7 of the World Series… whether they are losing, or winning… whether they haven’t won in my entire life, or whether they are the defending World Series champions; I’m there. That’s die hard; that’s what we’re about.
Mo
Being a true CUBBIE, is easy now a days and band wagon fans like what’s easy. So I say hope on, why not. They are on top of the baseball world and it feels really good. But the band wagon fans have to be very careful in what they say. For example, I met a die hard CUBs fan at my son’s pee-wee baseball game. He said he was a die hard fan and I was happy to meet him….but then the un-thinkable happened…he said he liked St Louis as well, which kind of threw me off. So I decided to dig…..the Cardinals was the team name for our kids team so I gave him some slack. I asked if he was from that horrid place, he said no. I asked him if his wife was, he said no. Asked him if he had ever been there, maybe he had a good time, met good people…the answer was no. I looked at him and smiled and started paying more attention to the game. Few mins later, he noticed I stopped talking…so he started talking up how the turds stole Fowler…again I smiled. I noticed our kids team was up 7-3 so I began “educating” my fellow “CUB fan” quietly and politely….trying not to lunge at his throat. After a good 15min talk the guy looked to be in shock! Then someone overhearing our conversation jumped in and said, “listen to this guy…is CUB Fan 101..dont talk about ST Louis.”
Point is if your a true CUB fan, don’t act like it, just be it! There are a few rules to being a CUB fan and if I have to tell you what they are, then your not a true fan. If your going to be a bandwagon fan, then be one, there is nothing wrong with that!
JEFFK
Cubs and Cardinals fan? That don’t mix! Like you said, unless it’s rooting for your kids’ team… still hilarious that happened… hoping my son’s team is anything BUT the Cardinals… Great story.
MK
Great story Mo!
Bleeding blue is what die-hard Cubs fans do. We have felt the pain year after year. We dealt with the losses, the anger, the tears, and heard next year way too many times. But now, we have been to the top of the mountain, felt the joy, shed some tears, and lived our next year! The Cubs are World Champs and defending their title now. Band wagon fans…all aboard. The Cubbie blue train welcomes all, but know your place. Being a fan now is fine but do not make it seem like you bleed blue, only us die-hards do! It is insulting to hear and talk to people that think they are but are not. The struggle was real but so is the joy of being Champs! We will forever savor that feeling…bleeding blue, Cubbie true!
GO CUBS GO!!!