Today, we salute you, Mr.Cub Fan-Bandwagon Jumper. As you drive like a nervous wreck down the Dan Ryan in the Mercedes that your parents bought you, you wonder, "Will the South Side Faithful accept me and my sweater-vest and Heineken-drinking ways?" You arrive at the ballpark only to realize that "Hey, there's no Ronnie-Woo-Woo here, but only
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