I’m not a baseball fan, but for a couple years I had the honor of living next door to an MVP Cubs player in Chicago. So, one afternoon I joined his family to attend my first ever Cubs game. Mind you, I’ve lived in Chicago, all combined for over twenty years, which tells you how much I am not a baseball guy.
I went to the game for two reasons. First, of course to see my neighbor play, but secondly and secretly firstly, I wanted to see the tens of thousands of people who are passionately, unapologetically Cubs fans in action. I wanted to see what this was all about for them, and why they stay devoted whether the Cubs make it to the playoffs or land in last place.
Let me tell you ... the fans did not disappoint. There were almost 40,000 people dressed in Cubs gear, carrying banners, balloons, and homemade signs. Many painted their faces and some their chests with their favorite players name and/or number. OMG - it was amazing. Honestly, I didn’t feel what they were feeling but what they were feeling was undeniable. It was out-and-out passion!