To me, the Chicago Cubs are part of my family and make up who I am. Ever since I can remember I've made the holy pilgrimage to Wrigley Field, the Mecca of Cubs fans. The Cubs sadly or I should say, I sadly parallel their disastrous history. Everyone seems to pull for me, just like the Cubs (The lovable losers) but when things starting rolling good: girls, school, relationships and life in general - enter a black cat, billy goat or Steve Bartman! I consider myself an optimist, but at the same time I'm a realist, so I don't know how much that cancels each other out.
After a 1-2 start against the hated Brewers, I hope the Cubs can put a roll on. There is a 159 games left, but a good start could do wonders for the rest of the season.
To me, the Cubs are like that mildly, mentally challenged little brother who is independent and attempts to have a normal life, but always seems to screw up at the last possible second to ruin his good intentions. I pull for him, but hold myself to stay in the shadows in the hopes he can figure it out on his own.
Come on Cubbies!!
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