Sunday, November 1, 2015

World Series

A lot of my friends and family are Cubs fans. They've given me a lot of grief the past few weeks for being a Cubs "Hater". This will be the last time I explain my baseball fandom.

I am a White Sox fan, first and foremost. And so yes, I hate the Cubs. But I was actually born a Mets fan, and I still root for them. My first address was 31-17 21st, Queens, NY. That's about ten minutes from Shea Stadium, where the Mets played before it was Citi Field. We moved to Illinois when I was 7 years old.

I definitely rooted for my Mets against the Cubs in the NLCS. To be honest, I'd have rooted for anyone against the Cubs. But, I don't think that should diminish my fandom of the Mets. I'm in fact, wearing my new Mets visor, watching the Mets in the World series, up 2-0. I have another Mets cap, but I can't find it. In my defense, I have around 30 caps.

I also have to elaborate that I was 5 years old when the Mets won The World Series in 1986. That's one of my earliest baseball memories. By the time I was 7 I'd been to 13 Yankee games, and 3 Mets games. My dad and uncles were all Yankee fans.

It's ironic that my two favorite teams are from NY and Chicago, and my two least favorite teams are from NY and Chicago. I hate the damned Yankees, and the miserable Cubs.

When we moved to IL my pops and I agreed we both had to be White Sox fans. He had to stick with an American League team, I couldn't root for another National League team. Also, the Cubs haven't been good in three lifetimes, and I can't get behind that.

So here I am. A displaced Mets fan, who's favorite team (White Sox) is terrible. At least the Mets made it to the World Series.

The Royals just scored. If the Mets lose, I'm going to track down Terry Collins and choke him to death.

Thanks, as always for reading. I have to go watch the Mets fall apart.