Most of us are born to our allegiances. Especially for the home team. Our fathers taking us to our first baseball game, the perfectly manicured green grass and white on white of the baselines so precisely laid out before us as giants warmed up under the brilliant summer sun. From then to eternity that team was mine. It binds us to a town a city, an era, it becomes who we are, it defines us in ways beyond rational explanation. We wear our loyalty in game jerseys with our heros name emblazoned on the back, we paint our faces our teams colors, we name our children after our favorite players. Were crazy, crazy for our team.
Win or lose, celebrate or mourn we love our team. Monday aint blue if your team won on Sunday. But we soon get over it if they dont, because there is always next week, next year or if you are a Cub fan, the next millennia. The best part of sport is that there always is next year, a do over of sorts. One that life doesnt provide us with, but does for our team. Thats what keeps us coming back for more. One more chance at redemption . One more chance to be the best. To be champions. Everyone loves a winner, but the true fan, one born of the loyalty of...
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