Pardon me for this very off-topic post, but tonight is a big sports night in Chicago.
I am a huge sports fan. It’s no doubt due to growing up in a sports-crazy town, but it’s also something I picked up from my family.
My father is a sensible man, so he has always been a football fan. On Sundays he’d rake the leaves and watch the Bears. He was happy for company in either activity, and I was happy to join him. Being a Bears fan was not exactly easy. But they were usually competitive and always had a few great players. You always felt the Bears were just a quarterback away.
Being a Chicago baseball fan, in contrast, usually meant suffering. But my mother’s side of the family were all baseball fanatics, and they were all Cubs fans. I became one, too.
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