I’m going to start by saying if you think I’m taking attention away from the Cubs in any way you can simply get bent. I’m tired of hearing “let them have their moment.” They’re the biggest story in the sports world and it’s not even close. If a blog post is distracting you from enjoying your team’s World Series victory, you’re an asshole. Onward…
The best way to describe this is by telling you it’s like being on a business trip where the hometown team just won a championship and you’re an out-of-towner. Except the championship hasn’t happened in a really long time and the city is one of the biggest in the world. Every meeting across the Chicagoland area has started with “how ’bout them Cubbies” for the past month. To be clear, I’m fine with it. I get it. I’m just letting you know I feel like a drifter who’s constantly under a rain cloud in a black and white movie.
I couldn’t be happier for my Cubs fan friends. They deserve it. And it warms my heart when the best team actually wins the World Series, because it doesn’t happen as often as it should. It’s not depression or sadness, it’s not grief or anger. It’s just the feeling of insignificance. The rest of the nation has legitimately forgotten that the Sox exist, and their stadium naming fiasco isn’t helping things.
It’s a party and we weren’t invited. We didn’t want to be invited, but it’s not like we’re not looking out the window wishing we were having as much fun as you. So if you see a Sox fan down in the dumps, just throw him or her a quick hug. They need it.