Well, Mr. Lung, it looks as though we have found another area in which we agree. However, I want to expand a little on your post and apply your thoughts on the Cub menace to a wider baseball underclass.
See, in the two plus years I’ve lived in New York, I have had the opportunity to see exactly one Yankees game. Now, this is not because I hate the Yankees (although I do) and it’s not because I don’t want to go (because I do). Basically, there’s a problem of supply and demand when it comes to the Evil Empire and that makes it impossible for a fan of the game to see that game played in the house that Ruth built. Instead, before the season even begins, the whole raft of tickets is bought out by corporate douchebags and trust fund teat ******* socialites.
It’s the same in the Bronx and I dare say this same phenomenon is probably even showing up in places like your beloved St. Louis. The bandwagoneer has taken over and driven out the people who actually care.
Now, I should make an important point here. Even though I detest the Yankees, I do not detest all of their fans. People who appreciate the game but just happen to have the geographical misfortune of being born in the New York Metropolitan area or the North Side of Chicago should not have that held against them. However, when this true fan bring along his pink hat wearing girlfriend and she gets sloppy drunk by the third inning and starts hitting on the suit wearing cell phone talker, then we have a problem. Feel free to compare the functionality of your Blackberries. Just go over to the Cubbie Bear and do it where I don’t have to listen.
P.S. A little something to warm your heart: