Last night....the Cubs lost.
And Yael said: "Sammy would have been so sad. He loved the Cubs."
And here, my friends, is where revisionist history is born.
Because Sam did not actually care about any sports. It just wasn't something he was into. He was, decidedly, a Bears fan. But that was MUCH more about his loyalty to Chicago (the perfect city, in his estimation, (except for that one time) because it had his favorite stuff there like Lou Malnati's pizza and Curry Hut Indian Restaurant, not to mention his house and family, two things that were always on the top of his list), and also EVEN MORE about his cantankerous nature - more than he was a Bears fan, he was NOT a Packers fan. But I digress.
Sam wasn't a Cubs fan. Not because he didn't like the Cubs. But because he'd never expressed any preference, opinion, or interest at all in baseball (or any other sport, for that matter. I'm not sure he actually knew how football was played).
I'm fairly certain that he never attended a baseball game in his whole short life.
And yet, to Yael, he was a Cubs fan.
Revisionist history? Yes.
My response: a big hug.
If he were here, Sammy might have been sad about the Cubs' loss.
But not nearly as sad as his always-little sister that her big brother isn't here to share this, and every, moment.
677 days....
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| A Bears fan amongst all the Green and Gold |
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| Once, Sammy met a baseball player. A Brewer, mind you. |
