Wednesday, October 15, 2003

I Don't Mean to Go Off on a Rant Here, But...

Jim Rome was talking about the Cubs today, not surprisingly, since everyone in sports was talking about the Cubs today. As of yet the declaration by every commentator has been absolutely correct, this dude should not be faulted. First of all, everyone in that fucking stadium would have done the exact same fucking thing if they were in his place. A ball is coming at you, you reach out and try to grab it. Look at the fucking picture of the dude, there are like 5 fucking arms reaching for the ball, they just didnt happen to be the one dude who actually hit it. If you are at a game and a ball is hit towards you it is both instinct and drilled into every kid who goes to a baseball game wearing their glove. Part of the fun is catching foul balls, thats just how it goes. Dude did nothing wrong, this happens 100 times a year, it just happens to be a big deal because it was in the NLCS.

Secondly, lets blame the people who actually fucked up the game. Moises Alou who threw a fit like a fucking 6 year old because one of HIS FUCKING FANS, one of the people who pays him, who was there to watch him, tried to catch a ball. It wasn't ruled interference, the left field ump was right there, so go back to your position and get ready for the next pitch. Don't throw the concentration of your entire team off, don't direct their attention to left field, when you are five outs away from the World Series. Focus on the next fucking pitch, the next ball that will be hit to you, where you throw it, your timing, etc. Lets blame Alex Gonzalez , who fucked up a routine infield grounder that could have been a double play ball. At both of the points I just mentioned the Cubs were winning by at least two runs, they had two opportunities to not fuck up and they blew them both. The team fell apart, the crowd fell apart, and the poor dude who happened to be sitting in the first row had no role in the Cubs loss last night, not his fault at all.

I am glad that I am not a true Cubs fan today, because I would be embarassed, really truly embarassed. This dude is one of you, come on, don't be a dick. Don't yell at this poor dude, don't post his picture and his name on the internet. Shame on the fucking Chicago Sun-Times, by the way, for mentioning his name. The dude didn't show up to work today, and while we shouldn't even know that because why the fuck do we even know the dude's name or care where he works, and how fucking awful is that, the dude has a legitimate fear about going to work today, about leaving his house. Not that it is safe to be there either, however, since people have been giving out the dude's number and address and etc. Its fucking sickening. I have felt moments where I was ashamed to be a fan of one organization or another and it sucks.

I am not assaulting you, individual Cubs fan, and for the most part everyone outside Illinois is exempt. But the people in Chicago standing around the water cooler blaming this poor dude, the people at the newspaper interviewing his neighbors and his dad, the people with websites who are studying and annotating the photos, ya'll need to suck a big fucking fat one. Get a clue and deal with the fact that your TEAM folded last night, this guy just happened to be in the seat.

I still hope the Cubbies win tonight, I really want them to be in the World Series, both because I am rooting for them and because I want this dude to not be the story anymore. If they don't however, Chicago fan, I am gonna be pissed, really truly pissed, if I even once here you blame this guy. If even one thing happens to this dude, I don't care how much my fiance's family loves this team, I am not going to be able to cheer for them.

Finally, let me send a big FUCK YOU to Dusty Baker, for criticizing this guy. Be happy I don't have a say over this team, because I would call the dude, make sure he had fantastic seats to tonights game (and for that matter, probably tickets for life), have Dusty apologize to him for even thinking about saying what he did, and then telling the city of Chicago that if anything bad happened to this guy, to his house, to his dog, to his yard, to his friends or family, that the Cubs would be forfeiting game seven.

I am a pretty big sprots fan, I understand loving the game and being passionate and getting pissed off and yellign and being angry. That is all good. There is a line not to be crossed however, when you let the game matter more than another person's well-being, its gone way too fucking far. It is not important enough, even if this dude singlehandedly jacked the Cubs up the butt, its not worth this.

Peace,

MB-K

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