In response to the chatter in one of the threads yesterday I found this in the Chicago Tribune.
You're all alone and feeling blue. And just over there looking awfully fine and totally approachable, is the attractive stranger, the last chance for a little fun, the Chicago White Sox.
Oh, it looks exciting, doesn't it? Slip off your Cubs hat and stuff it in your pocket. Amble on over. "Hey, baby, mind if I root you on?"
Don't do it. Even if you tell yourself it's just a one-fortnight stand and the White Sox mean nothing to you, really. Stay off that bandwagon.
The reason given for die-hard Cub fans to turn their backs on the White Sox, well could only come from the mind of a Cub fan. The poor little Cub fans, lovers and respecters of all baseball kind, have felt slighted by the mean ol' White Sox fans.
The long suffering Cub fans at the hands of the White Sox in the city of Chicago, you have got to be kidding. I think the Old Style Beer has finally caused delusion to take hold.
Do they still sell Old Style Beer in Wrigley? It's been awhile.
And I now close with a favorite of the horn section and I hope it is one of yours.
And he said, "Ahh Play, play that lonesome losers tune,
That's the one I like the best"
And he closed his eyes, and slipped away
What we got is the Dying Cub Fan's Last Request
And here it is
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy-covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the National League