I’m concerned about our well-being as a fanbase.
With the Epstein obliteration of the “lovable loser” persona came a certain amount of responsibility. In a few short years, the Cubs went from Lloyd Dobler to Johnny Lawrence, and we suddenly have no idea what to do with our arms in pictures. We’re the kid who had a six-inch growth spurt in the summer before freshman year of high school. We’re the computer geek who founded a dot com, and is suddenly surrounded by bikini models and fast cars. We’re the bullies. It’s hard enough for the rest of the teams in the MLB to get used to it without us acting like a bunch of dopes about it.