When did Cub fandom turn into group therapy? It seems to me that with every passing year, you hear more and more Cub fans with this overly emotional attitude, using phrases such as, "broken heart," "inner turmoil," and other phrases saturated with sappy "chicken soup for the soul" type nonsense.
What is it about this god-forsaken team that gives a bunch of middle aged idiots the idea that they can go around moping and hugging each other and crying on one another's shoulder and carrying on like they've lost a pet? Punch something, throw around a few f-bombs, and get on with it like a real fan.
Enough of this obnoxious mass pity party. These are a bunch of grown men playing a game. Men spitting tobacco juice on each others' shoes. Men who get paid millions and could really care less about Frank Chance... or Phil Cavaretta... or Ernie Banks... or Ryne Sandberg for that matter.
And if I see one more middle aged idiot talking about one hundred years when he's not even half that age, I'm going to regurgitate.
Cub fans: your team loses every year. Learn to live with it or find something else to irritate the world with.
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