Dear Cubs Fans, I know you’re excited your fanboy owner finally did something right by nabbing Theo Epstein from the Red Sox. Now listen up. Before you run off to the jeweler with your ring sizes, please note that today marks the 6 year anniversary of the Chicago White Sox ending their 88 year World Series drought. The Southsiders did this in wire-to-wire fashion, exhibiting some of the best post season pitching I have ever seen. Happy World Series Day!
![Pretty cool.
After [Adam] Dunn ended an 0-for-19 skid yesterday with a fourth-inning single off of the Royals’ Jeff Francis, something odd happened. The response to the unexpected result was amused surprise (especially since it was only his second hit off a lefty all year), which then grew to an ovation as many rose to their feet.
It seemed utterly sarcastic at first, but then it changed. I can’t tell you exactly when or how, and it’s tougher to determine since my interpretation is influenced by the way TV presents such things, but there was a perceptible drift away from “At least you didn’t strike out, you big idiot” and toward “Come on, big fella, hang in there!”
Dunn’s response was telling, and significant. Standing at first base, he removed his helmet and waved to the crowd, directly acknowledging them. It seemed genuine, and not the kind of thing you’d do defiantly if you thought you were being mocked.
If this has happened before with an expensive, struggling player on the south side, I can’t remember it.
I can recall countless cases of full-throated exasperation, and a Bronx cheer to match almost every real one. But this is new, strange, and not altogether unpleasant.
The subsequent outpouring after Dunn’s game-flipping two-run homer in the eighth confirmed what was occurring – there was a temporary, powerful sense of ownership created by the earlier moment, with last night’s crowd uniquely invested in his performance. They stood behind him, he made sure to let them know he was aware of it, and the fan/player connection seemed to exist more so than ever, at least for a day.
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“The thing about the fans, they boo and stuff because they want to see the team and me personally do so well,” Dunn said. “That’s how I’ve been looking at it. It makes it more special when they cheer like that.”
-Dan Bernstein](http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnvo8clkUu1qapfvgo1_500.gif)
Pretty cool.
After [Adam] Dunn ended an 0-for-19 skid yesterday with a fourth-inning single off of the Royals’ Jeff Francis, something odd happened. The response to the unexpected result was amused surprise (especially since it was only his second hit off a lefty all year), which then grew to an ovation as many rose to their feet.
It seemed utterly sarcastic at first, but then it changed. I can’t tell you exactly when or how, and it’s tougher to determine since my interpretation is influenced by the way TV presents such things, but there was a perceptible drift away from “At least you didn’t strike out, you big idiot” and toward “Come on, big fella, hang in there!”
Dunn’s response was telling, and significant. Standing at first base, he removed his helmet and waved to the crowd, directly acknowledging them. It seemed genuine, and not the kind of thing you’d do defiantly if you thought you were being mocked.
If this has happened before with an expensive, struggling player on the south side, I can’t remember it.
I can recall countless cases of full-throated exasperation, and a Bronx cheer to match almost every real one. But this is new, strange, and not altogether unpleasant.
The subsequent outpouring after Dunn’s game-flipping two-run homer in the eighth confirmed what was occurring – there was a temporary, powerful sense of ownership created by the earlier moment, with last night’s crowd uniquely invested in his performance. They stood behind him, he made sure to let them know he was aware of it, and the fan/player connection seemed to exist more so than ever, at least for a day.
[…]“The thing about the fans, they boo and stuff because they want to see the team and me personally do so well,” Dunn said. “That’s how I’ve been looking at it. It makes it more special when they cheer like that.”
(Source: starlinsandpinstripes)
Wow! So much has happened since we last talked. It was before Easter, and I was jibber-jabbering about 5 songs I heard on the radio that day. Well, I thought I’d check in with ya and give YOU an update on THE Joe Moran. Speaking of April 18th, did you know that is the date the Chicago White Sox opened the gates to their new home, which at the time was christened ‘Comiskey Park II’, against the Detoit Tigers? It was 1991, and the skies were overcast. Let me tell you, as a Sox fan that is ALL I want to remember about that day. Tony and his Tigers took a bite out of us. 16-0 after 9 innings. But I digress. Let’s get back to me. Shall we?
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I’m sorry, but this is blasphemy. Sox fans don’t sit on the fence. We know who and what we are. We don’t root for both teams in Chicago. We root for the the Sox and only the Sox. Why? Because that’s the way God intended it.
Things I need in my life. I’ve been wanting a Cubs hat for a while now. I figure now that I live on the North side, it’s time to give in. I’ll never give up my South Side roots, but I’m jealous of all the Cubbie flair up here. Although my dad will kill me if I ever show up in red and blue…
Saturday morning I hopped a puddle jumper from John Wayne Airport to Phoenix Sky Harbor for my annual White Sox vs Cubs Spring Training trip in Mesa and Glendale, AZ. In years past this trip has traditonally been a bender for me and my friends. We’ve done it up good under the nose of Sheriff Joe, and one year we almost landed ourselves in jail. Its true. We took it too far last year.
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