A traitor to myself

There are some things I swore I would never ever do. Going to a White Sux game at the Cell (US Cellular Field to those not from around these parts) was at the top of the list. Well, in the name of friendship - I went to my first Sux game on Friday. I was reluctant. I became even more reluctant when I found out we had really bad seats. Sigh. I just knew I was going to have a horrible time. Well. I was wrong. Really really wrong. The weather was fantastic, the park is absolutely beautiful. The crowd is fun and friendly, as are the vendors and staff. I still wasn't sold, and then the pre-game hoopla started. Jesus Mary and Joseph, get their marketing team an award or something. About halfway through the pre-game video/music show I got the chills. By the time the clips started showing the World Series win and Buerhle's perfect game, I had tears in my eyes. By the time the fireworks started I was in love - In love with the Sox, and their fans, the Cell, everything. We drank a lot of green beer - it was the half-way to St. Patrick's day game - and I had one of the best hot dogs I've ever had. About an hour into it I finally put on my green and white Sox hat. I almost spent $80 on a sweatshirt. I was wrong about that little south side baseball team. The Sox have heart, a lot of it. So do their fans. Oh, one thing though - I still can't stand A J Piersinski (or however you spell it) That guy is a total cobag. Don't get me wrong, I'm still also a Cubs fan - I love the team and I believe in them. I will always believe in them. I will follow them and watch their games on t.v. I've just fallen out of love with Wrigley Field and the assholes that go there. So, I'm proudly joining the ranks of those that I made fun of - the Chicago Baseball Fans. I will happily wear my cubbie blue "we believe" wrist band with my new Sox hat, and I pity the person who says anything about it.