The past couple of weeks I’ve been blowing up my Facebook personal page with Chicago Cubs status updates. It was a thrill this year when they won the wild card against the Pirates, followed by a successful division series against the Cardinals. Then there was the crushing defeat last night when the Mets swept them in the NLCS.
Truthfully, I have never been a sports person. About 25 years ago there were sparks of enthusiasm for the high school basketball team, but the highlight was hanging out with friends on the bleachers. It was all about socializing. When Dad and the brothers watched their Detroit Tigers, you would have heard me complaining, because I preferred to watch my beloved Little House on the Prairie.
Years later, I met my Dean man. He turned out to be a “sports guy”. He enjoys watching football and he loved playing church softball, but above all, he is a baseball guy. And not just any baseball guy. He is a Chicago Cubs fan.
Dean grew up in suburban Chicago in the late 70’s. His family had one small black and white television, complete with tin foil antenna. This tv could receive only one channel: Chicago’s famous WGN. Are you seeing the connection? Dean, who is kind of shy, quiet, and was the only boy in the family with two sisters, tunes into the Chicago Cubs. Being a future math teacher, he started tracking players and stats, even creating his very own game–a sort of baseball solitaire, if you will. He was hooked. For life.
It’s no surprise that his favorite color is Cubbie blue. When he asked me to marry him, there was one condition: I had to attend a game at his beloved Wrigley Field first.
Since he required me to attend a Cub game, I told this city-boy that if he wanted to marry me, he had to milk a cow at my dad’s dairy farm.
(I still consider it cheating, because he did not actually touch a cow’s udder, but merely hooked up a milker.) I digress.
It was during our engagement that I made a decision: This non-sports person, would become a Chicago Cubs fan too. Of course, I was in love with the man. But I also knew from experience that things you adore about the other person when you are dating, can easily become agitations in the future. Since Dean loved to spend some of his free time watching 2-3 hour long baseball games, I decided I would not kick against the goads. I would become a Cubs fan too.
We walked into our wedding reception with “Go Cubs Go” playing in the background.
Naturally, our first child was born on opening day. We watched the first game of the season in my hospital room, and while you can’t see it in this picture, our son was already wearing his Chicago Cubs onesie with matching booties.
We have indoctrinated our children to become Cub fans. Normally super strict on bed times, we allowed them to stay up late and watch play-off games the past couple of weeks.
In summary, here are some major perks to being married to a Cubs fan:
- I can buy pretty much anything Cub themed, and my normally frugal husband doesn’t object.
- It is a wonderful way to spend an evening. You cannot imagine how much crocheting I can accomplish while spending time with my husband and watching the Cubs.
- During the off season we keep track of the news, draft and trade information, so there is always good conversation.
- We dream about someday traveling to watch the Cubs play in several ball parks across the country.
- If Dean is loyal to the Cubs through all their ups and some terrible downs, I have no doubt he will always be loyal to me.
How about you? Have you become a sports fan via marriage? Would love to hear your comments below.