Or How The Cubs Really Made My Day
I’m a born and bred Cubs fan. I’ve watched them play since I was three years old. I am a member of the DieHard Cubs Fan Club. One of my most cherished possessions is a baby food jar filled with Wrigley Field infield dirt and ivy. (As a teenager, I was an intern at the ad agency that handled the Cubs account and got to walk the basepaths of Wrigley) I’ve even thought “Hey, Ryne would make a good name for a kid of mine!” I’m addicted.
I’ve made some bets on the Boys in Blue before, notably with Crunchy Frog . Won some, lost that one …hopefully, Crunchy lost the picture… but my faith has never wavered.
A few months ago, I became friends with Satan. He is a hardcore Yankees fan. When I discovered the Yankees were coming to Chicago to play the Cubs, I knew immediately what needed to be done. A friendly wager.
The terms were simple. If the Yankees won, I had to purchase a Yankees hat and take a picture wearing it. I also had to buy him a dozen bagels. If the Cubs won, he had to purchase a Cubs hat and take a picture, plus buy me this. I figured I’d make him wear Cubs stuff and support wrestling financially, for I am evil.
Game one, Cubs lose 3-5. I pray for Jason Giambi to get a case of explosive diarrhea and/or crotch boils. My faith does not waver.
Game two, CUBS WIN 5-2! I love Alex Karros and the fact he took the first pitch into the bleachers. I wince everytime they replay Choi getting hurt. Kerry Wood gets eleven strikeouts and Clemens is denied his 300th win.
Game three, CUBS WIN 8-7! Three run homer in the first inning by Alou!
Now I have earned a bobblehead, a picture of Satan in the same hat that Ernie Banks wore, and most importantly, bragging rights.
Now for that Giants/Rams game…