Very few cities have two major league baseball teams. Now, I happen to root for both teams in my town. I was first introduced to baseball by my brother. As kids, we visited my cousin, who lived on the the South Side of Chicago. My brother became a Sox fan. My brother, and my cousin went to many Sox games. I remember the 1959 season, when the Sox won the penant. The sirens went off, and my brother went nuts. I rooted for the Sox, along with my brother, because they were the better team at the time. The funny thing was, that we lived about 8 blocks away from Wrigley Field, in 1959. I remember how the Sox lost the World Series. It was hearbreaking for my brother.
I always liked the game. I liked to play. I liked to watch. My brother followed the Sox very closely, but he also liked Mickey Mantle of the Yankees. He would quiz me on the Sox lineup. He like to stump me. He had a much better memory then I did about sports stats. Then again, most guys do.
Well we became teenagers, and my brother stopped talking to his sister. Now he hung out with his friends, and got a girlfriend, and I at the age of 16 met, my now "husband", who was a Cubs fan.
I went to my first Cubs game when I was in 8th grade. I remember the first time I went to Wrigley. The place was so cool. I remember there was just something so great about watching a game there. The problem was. The Cubs were terrible.
I got married in 1966. I was 18. Had my son in 1967. Slowly by slowly, I started rooting for the Cubs. I remember 1969. My son was only 2 at the time. My husband was expecting the Cubs to win. They were in first for so long. Then the black cat, and the Mets, and well...you know the rest.
My kids and I went to many Cubs games, before the Tribune bought the club. Box seat tickets could be bought the day of the game. The Bleachers were always fun. My kids rooted for the Cubs, like their mom and dad.
Then my kids played "Little League" baseball. My brother's kids played "Little League" baseball. Our kids ended up on the same teams. Both of our kids played pretty good. My brother started talking to his sister again. I kept score, and my brother managed a team for a few years. Baseball brought my brother "close" to me again. Although later, we found out just how much we had in common, and just how much we thought alike.
By now, my brother figured I was a Cubs fan. However, I never rooted against the Sox. I always wanted them to win, because they were Chicago. I remember 1983 when they got in the playoffs. I bought my first VCR, and I had taped the locker celebration. My brother came over, afterwards to see what he had missed, because he was at the game.
I always said that I rooted for them both. If I had to choose, I guess I'd choose the Cubs. I think it is because they are long suffering. I think it is because, my kids and I spent time at Wrigley.
My brother said that if I was ever really a Sox fan, then I'd never wish the Cubs well. I can hear my cousin saying that. He was a diehard Sox fan, who hated the Cubs. His own brother said he was a Cubs fan.
It's a complicated story. Cubs and Sox fans in the same city. In the same family. There's a lot of gloating going on right now. The Sox are saying they are better, because they did it first.
I am hoping that the Cubs fans can say they are better, because they did it last.
I really wish that my brother could have seen his Sox win the World Series. Douglas passed away in 1994.