Picking on the Kid with No Legs
Sunday’s second Albert Pujols walk-off dinger against the Cubs in as many days should’ve ignited an in-your-face happy dance of epic proportions. In fact, in my house, it did.
But, when I raced to rub sweet victory in the faces of my Cubs fan friends, most of them could not be reached (they weren’t watching the game) and those who were, simply didn’t care.
It’s only been a few years since the Cubs fielded a decent squad, and as a Cards fan I remember very well the aches and pains of those 2007 and 2008 seasons; but for Cubs fans, I might as well be remembering 1969.
Dear readers, this is not your Yankees/Red Sox rivalry.
And while I love it that we rest high above the Cubbies in the standings, I don’t love that our rivalry has suffered because of it. Gone is the fire, dead is the ribbing. Cubs fans — those who remain — are either fiscally responsible realists staying home, far away from the hoopla, or they’re drunken DePaul freshman who use baseball games as an icebreaker to what will become a long evening of poor decisions.
I almost feel bad about making fun of the Cubs… in the same way that I sometimes feel bad for making fun of Sarah Palin.
It’s not nice to make fun of those who have disabilities.
Hate me, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.