My mom is a Cubs fan. And so is yours.
And they have no idea.
My mom’s never been to Wrigley Field. Never heard of the Curse of the Billy Goat or Tinkers to Evans to Chance or Bartman.
I’m not even sure if she’s ever been to Chicago, let alone the North Side.
And other than a 6th grade report on Ernie Banks, and the subsequent Starting Lineup action figure she bought, I can’t think of any correlation she has to the Cubs.
But she’s a Cubs fan. Through and through.
Or at least acts like one.
The Cubs, affectionately known as the Lovable Losers, have the greatest and most supportive fans in baseball.
You could argue St. Louis has the best fans, for it is the premiere baseball town. But they have a reason for their support – success
You could argue the Yankees or Red Sox have the best fans, but they’ll turn on you in a heartbeat. Just ask A-Rod or Buckner.
See, the Cubs haven’t won a World Series since 1903 and haven’t played in one since 1945 (before she was born).
No one alive has been able to celebrate a World Series win and only those on Social Security have even seen the Cubs participate in one.
And yet, Wrigley Field remains full. The fans continue to show up in support of their team. Whether it be a cool, spring night or hot, summer afternoon, the fans are there.
And they aren’t always concerned with the results. They just love watching their team play ball.
And that’s my mom. With it being me, and only me, she doesn’t get a ton to cheer about. Very few, if any mountain top moments.
But she’s always there. Always supportive. Rain or shine. Hot or cold.
Great days and bad. For runs of good luck – and for rough patches.
When everything is on the line. And when nothing.
She’s not concerned about the result, but about the player.
And I bet her favorite Cub is Mr. Cub, Ernie Banks. Because to her, it’s always a great day for a ballgame. And she’s always ready to play two.