Tuesday, October 11, 2016

What's So Great About Being a Cubs Fan, Anyway?

Me and my dad - always buddies, he taught me
the love of Baseball
Growing up, my dad played baseball with our church league.  Some of my earliest memories involve playing with my friends in the grass behind the bleachers or lawn chairs, where our moms sat and watched while our dads and brothers played ball.

I was 10 years old when I went to my first professional baseball game. Or at least it’s the first one I remember.  I can still recall the feeling of awe and overwhelm as we walked through the stadium to find our seats.  I remember sitting down with the hot dog and soda my parents bought me, thinking that I was experiencing the coolest thing in the world. 

And I was.  I was experiencing a Cubs game at Wrigley Field.