Introduction
Imagine, if you will, a grown man shedding tears, even to go as far as saying crying his eyeball out, his wounded heart left open to the world. This is what loving a cursed baseball team, such as the Chicago Cubs and the capital of Massachusetts departure Sox, does to a fan, every year in October.
Why the personnel casualty Sox and Cubs? Because these are two of the worlds most interesting teams with the most tolerate of fans. And I do mean Die Hard. Being in their presence - with ever-presence of the Green Monster and the spirit of Harry Carey, donning their red-faced and blue garb, of course - its possible to actually feel their passion, to be like a voodoo doll that can enthral their triumphs and agonize over their misfortunes.
They cheer even on suffocate balls hit by their hitters and moan at every non-strike flip by their pitchers. They sit so silently on giant plays its possible to hear their hearts pounding in consistency and become so loud on things as transparent as a fly ball it rattles the eardrums. They are neer happy, can never relax and are always on the watch for the worst to happen because, well, the worst always happens.
Neither team has won a World Series since World War I.
The Red Sox have had a shortstop hold onto the ball to a fault long while the winning run crossed basis plate, let a ball roll though the legs of a first baseman, twice allowed light-hitting Yankee infielders to scorch them with series-deciding dingers and blown more leads than the Denver Police Dept. The Cubs have made an art figure out of melting down in the clutch (often wanting(p) the playoffs entirely) and, most recently, had an irresponsible fan knock a sure as shooting out away from the...
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