Back in 2005 my wife and I, who are Cubs fans, happen to live in the Bridgeport neighborhood of Chicago, about 5 blocks west of Comiskey Park. Yes I know it has another name, but even I won’t do the disservice of refereeing to that shopping mall as mobile phone field. Being the proud Chicagoans that we are, even we knew what a moment it would be if the Sox could bring home a World Series title for Chicago. So on October 22nd, 2005, we put on our jackets and made our way down to the mall park for game 1 of the World Series. Yes, I said mall park.
The neighborhood was fully decked out. From homemade banners flying in the streets, to the Police & Fire Station. Front yards looked more like beer gardens and people were everywhere. The neighborhood was electric.
Ironically 10 years later, my oldest son who now attends school close to the stadium has become a White Sox fan. I enjoy baseball and I want him to also, so we’ve made quite a few White Sox games this year. Unfortunately he has picked up the horrible habit of confusing being a White Sox fan with hating the Cubs. Hopefully we can change that part so if the Cubs win a championship he can actually enjoy it like we did with the Sox.