I’ve held silent on baseball matters over the last month, allowing the White Sox fans to bask in their World Series win (and associated dominance of the local news outlets’ front pages/top stories). I’ll admit that I could never bring myself to allow city pride to trump long-held Cubbie tribal spirit, and thus I took no joy in the Sox victories; it was less animosity (I certainly appreciate the team’s talent and peformance from a pure baseball perspective) more indifference to a team that I didn’t follow particularly closely during the regular season. That attitude is somewhat petty, especially given that essentially all of my Sox-fan friends seemed genuinely interested in seeing the Cubs do well back in 2003 and annoyed by the louts who partied on Western while the Marlins celebrated at Wrigley. Yet the personal, stick-it-to-the-North-Siders nature of large swaths of Soxdom still seeped through this October. I was set to rant, but it appears that a
Chicago Tribune editorialist beat me to it, so let me just hit the salient points of agreement:
the celebration […] was electric and the turnout incredible.
Made me wonder where all these people are on Tuesday nights in April when the Sox are in town, because they certainly aren’t at the Cell. […]
I spent the preceding weeks on the defensive about being a Cubs fan and grew increasingly annoyed at the constant slights from Sox fans and the news media, who merrily joined in (lazily regurgitating myths and cliches about Cubdom).
[I] had great appreciation for the way the 2005 team played. And I wanted to cheer for them, I really did. Insufferable Sox fans, however, made it impossible.
South Siders have something wonderful to celebrate all on their own, but we probably have a better chance of finding an affordable 3BR bungalow in Lakeview than we do of seeing Sox fans stop viewing things in terms of the Cubs and their fans. As I sat irritated and brooding while the Sox were about to clinch the pennant, Liz asked why I got so worked up…weren’t the Cardinals more hated? I had to explain the personal nature of the Cubs-Sox rivalry (especially for a Cubs fan who grew up in the south suburbs where the split is near even). A victory by one side in a Cubs-Cardinals game (or season series) results in “Ha, my team’s better and they just proved it”, whereas Sox victories along with Cub losses often resulted in the additional sentiment of “…which shows once again how stupid you are.” (Moreover, this attitude could result from minor leaguers scratching out a victroy in an exhibition Crosstown Classic, or even game results when the teams weren’t even playing each other.)
On the night the Sox clinched the pennant I was lying in bed watching the post-game celebration when the phone rang, which was odd because it was 11:30 on a Sunday. I answered, and here’s how the conversation went:
Me: “Hello.”
Caller: “WOO-HOOOO! WHITE SOX, BABY! WE’RE GOIN’ TO THE SERIES!”
It didn’t sound like anyone I knew or anything one of my Sox fan friends would do. Then …
Caller: “BURN WRIGLEY TO THE GROUND, BABY!”
Sox fans’ hatred of the Cubs is well-documented, but I was amazed that even during their moment of greatest glory it always seemed to come back to the Cubs.
Fortunately no one harassed me like that, but this wasn’t the first such tale I’ve heard in the last couple of weeks.
Another article noted how Sox fandom was passed down from generation to generation, while following the Cubs was something one just picked up on a whim, when the weather was right, I guess. For the record, the Cubs have been around since 1876, 25 years longer than the Sox, and have a fan base that’s probably double the Sox.
The irony in most of the arguments was obvious, considering many Sox fans aren’t even motivated enough to actually, you know, attend their team’s games on a consistent basis. One contention is that Wrigley Field is a “playground” for the young and drunk where no one pays attention to the game. Of course, there is that element at Wrigley, more so than on the South Side, but if you take a look around Wrigley it’s easily apparent they are a distinct minority.
In fact, it’s the Cell where the distractions abound: exploding scoreboard, idiotic races on the big screen between innings, blaring rock music that makes it virtually impossible to talk baseball even if you want to, doggie day at the park. If you listen to Sox fans and the media you’d think some of those dogs know how to keep score.
Another argument is that Cubs fans are casual in their loyalty, only following the team when the weather is nice and because the park is only a short stroll from their Wrigleyville apartments. This one is probably the most ludicrous. Are the people who pile off those buses–having traveled from Iowa, Wisconsin and Downstate Illinois–casual fans? Yuppies maybe? How about all of the Cubs fans you see in the stands at games in Atlanta, Los Angeles, Miami and Milwaukee? Or for that matter, the Cell during cross-town games, when it seems almost half the fans are cheering for the men in blue? Not true fans, I guess.
I’d like to see some surveys next year to analyze the demographics of team loyalty, baseball knowledge, motivations for coming to the ballpark, etc. at both Wrigley and U.S. Comiskular, not that actual evidence has ever really been relevant to the South Siders’ rants anyway. I’m guessing the new wrinkle this year will be discussions whether this all will spur the Cubs ownership to strive for a winner rather than a cash cow. (Because of course it never occurred to their corporate overlords that a World Series victory might bring in even more gobs of money than they already print.)
Ah…I’ve been meaning to let that fly for a couple weeks now. On to the Hot Stove League!