Confessions of a Cubbie

It’s that time of year again, yep, the time when I reflect on the fact that when growing up, many factors conspired against me to make me a Cubs fan. Growing up, I wanted to choose a baseball team I would root for. Salt Lake didn’t have a Major League team (and we probably never will) so I was forced to look elsewhere for a team. I chose the Chicago Cubs.

Why?

In Little League, I was always on the Cubs and my parents’ cable subscription included WGN from Chicago that aired many a Cubs game. I became a Cubs fan at a young age watching the likes of Ryne Sandberg and Andre Dawson and listening to the slippery slurs of Harry Caray. I was hooked and doomed.

Little did I know the years of disappointment that would come from these twists of fate.