For many years, I’ve had to endure a transplanted city dweller’s worst nightmare — a hugely popular sports franchise that has absolutely no business being hugely popular. As a longtime resident of Chicago’s North side, I’ve been a staunch, dyed in the wool Cubs hater, almost from the day I arrived here. For six months every year, large swaths of the city are rife with traffic jams, congestion and drunk, obnoxious tourists who have come to immerse themselves in the hoopla, hubbub, hullabaloo and ballyhoo that is Wrigley Field and the surrounding area. Not so this year, however.
Baseball’s New Start Lifts Football Fans’ Hearts
