November 29, 2016

#NoBloPoMoFail

Clearly I suck at #NaBloPoMo. I missed all but two days! What the sam hell!

The election results side-lined me in a way I have never experienced before. The loss with Al Gore was awful, but the 2016 polarization of American, and really the globe, has left a devastating residual emoting in my life.

So, if you have very little feeling about the election, or are happy about the results, I do not think we are capable of understanding one another. I mean, I get what these folks stand for, but as a person who is often at the opposite end of what is acceptable in these circles, I do not think we can appreciate each other's existence. Our exchanges will not be in a positive light.

I really try to keep things in my world as benign as possible because thinking becomes very overwhelming. These pop-up "Hey I voted for ______" people are disturbing.

So, while I should have a TON to say, I don't. I do have a ton of emotions that I spend energy stuffing deep into a crevice in my soul...I wonder how long that will last and if it will end up killing me.

November 6, 2016

#NaBloPoMo oops I missed 5 Days #CubsWin World Series Distraction!

So I've missed 5 days. 

Can I just say THE CHICAGO CUBS WON!

The World Series really had me very tied up! AND I'M NOT A CUBS FAN! 

It was such a picturesque series! I rooted. I laughed. I tried to ignore it. I teased my Cubs Fan son and boyfriend, but once the Dodgers were the team to beat I was ALL IN! I hate the Dodgers and always have! Chicago versus LA is a no-brainer!

After Cubbies won that series, well, I was a Cubs Fan!

Yes, I raised my boys in Wrigleyville until they were in pre-school so ... we have knowledge of being Northsiders. In all honesty, it was Cub Fan behavior that really turned me against the team! 

I lived in the heart of Wrigley just before the Night Games became a fiasco. I lived in a duplex in Boystown and had to survive Fans peeing in my garden, leaving urine in SOLO cups around my garden, vomiting in my garden and being total asses every, single game.

Having been born and raised a Southsider, being a White Sox Fan is simply part of the deal ... so, I was really new to that behavior! Sorry, but Sox Fans are just SO different! 

Once I moved back South in my early 30's, I started going back to Sox Games and really loving the sport all over again.

To my dismay, my youngest turned on me once he started high school and ... well ... we had quite the rivalry. BUT when it comes to THE WORLD SERIES in your home town, you have a choice to make. I could have resisted bandwagoning ... but I have to be true to myself and admit that I became swooped up! They genuinely had me! My co-worker, boyfriend and son are all fans! I was either in it alone or destined to be a bandwagoner. 

To what degree did I bandwagon? Well, I sent my goat on vacation! I went to 35th and Wallace and bought gear! And while I will not go as far as labeling myself a FAN per se, I truly wanted them to win!

But now it is over. There are roughly 147 days until White Sox Opening Day 2017! My goat will ba back from vacation later this week and I will be back in Good Guy Gray and Black screaming 'GO WHITE SOX!"

Big CONGRATS to Chi Cubbies!!! #GoCubsGo ... Crosstown 2017 will be a LOT more bearable because I have been to the other side now!







Just as we did in 2005 after the Sox World Series Win, Bubba and I went to Billy Goat!





November 1, 2016

Cubs Win! #NaBloPoMo Day 1

I love baseball. 

I was raised by a woman who loathed baseball. Back in the 1950's her step-father commandeered the one television in the house during the summer and fall months, nothing but baseball would air in their house. Growing up, I often heard my mother exclaim "I hate baseball! Turn that off!" and so we would. My father being more of a football/basketball fan, did not argue and so life went on and I never learned very much about baseball. 

Enter my youngest son. From the moment he was born, balls intrigued him. Velour,  leather, big, small, foot, basket, soccer ... it mattered not. If it was round and moved, my son would become completely engaged. It was a sure way to soothe him in any instance. Teething? Turn on a soccer game. Balls were in abundance in our home, if for any other reason than to appease my youngest child.

By the time he was able to stand, he had a ball in his possession at all times, even in bed at night. By that time, I was knowledgeable in all sports involving a ball. He was born in 1996 which was a very good year for basketball here in Chicago. Chicago has always made it easy to love ball involved sports.

When he was able to run, he played basketball, then football and finally tackled baseball. I believe he was 7 and the park district we chose was McGuane ... at 29th and Halsted. If you know anything about Chicago, you know that is a stone's throw from Sox Park. The love of all things White Sox seeped into our lives, and my love of baseball began.

My son was a natural, but for some reason, he did not fall in love as much as I did. He played baseball for a few more years, BUT I WAS THE ONE HOOKED. 

He was made to sit in April, at Sox Park while I watched my two favorite teams battle in Opening Day Snow.




Somewhere along the way, High School probably, my boy became a Cubs fan. He must have been 14 when he asked me to drop him off at Wrigley Field for a game where he was meeting his friends. I gave him hell, wore my Sox gear and yelled ' CUBS SUCK' as he got out of the car, but it has become a little easier throughout the years. 

While we celebrated the White Sox World Series win together as Sox fans, the house would thereafter be divided for at least a decade. Whenever he would proclaim that the Cubs were going to the World Series, I would always simply turn to him and scream "RING!", and he would stomp away.

Then summer 2016 came. He would keep me updated on the Cub wins and my skin didn't crawl. By September, I may or may not have caught a tiny wisp of Cubs fever, but I did not speak it aloud.

When the series came to L.A. Dodgers versus the Cubs, I had to draw a line. I was NEVER a Dodger fan. I had to choose and so CUBBIES it became.

I even bought a hat. With 'Good Guy' black and gray of course. #GOCUBBIES