10/01/2003 10:13:00 AM by Rob

Finally, the Cub love

I have been waiting for the love since Saturday afternoon.

After the Cubs clinched the division, I had my celly on my hip, I've been waiting for a call, an e-mail, even a nice Hallmark card in the snail mail. I've been sitting in my cubicle shrine for two days now, waiting for the Johnny-cum-latelys to pay me homage for my steadfast devotion to Cubbie Nation.

Nobody, nothing. Not even the people here who I know to be fans. Hell, the only people who wrote me was Tom from work, wanting to show me pictures of his cute infant daughter in Cub wear, and Chris from Rosamystica, wanting to know why I was so mad at the Church.

But, after last night's ratings bonanza, I am getting the straight Cub love from everyone here. Sales of Cub golf shirts has gone up 62% in the NW suburban area, judging from everyone here at work. I got people working blue in the hallways, working the "I got Wood" double entendre. I got the receptionists, who wouldn't know fastballs from fastfood, congratulating me on "my boys".

I blame the Bears. Say what you like, this is first and foremost, a Bears town. Even the prospect of the first Cub pennant since my mom learned to crawl couldn't cut in on the Bear buzz. Monday, all anyone wanted to know was how bad would "we" lose to the Packers, and whether or not there were going to be enough bathrooms in the new Spaceship Gallactica aka Soldier Field. Yesterday, all were bumming about the Great Brian Urlacher, who may never learn how to shed a blocker. Hell, he can't even shed the 98 pound human herpes wart Paris Hilton.

Don't you people care? We got a big-assed pisser tonight? Wood vs. Ortiz? Game One of the Playoffs? The Playoffs, again I say?

But now, love is in the air, and I am getting my strokes. "Yeah," I say for the ninth time, "I knew last night's game was in the bag. I'm not so sure about tonight, but we'll win 'em both at home. E-Z."

I guess I better dust in here.

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