I didn't say it wouldn't be remembered. It's an historical fact, of course it will be remembered. Most people in the baseball universe just don't care. The Devil Rays or the Royals might as well have won the World Series. And your pictures just prove my point. While referencing the 1919 gambling scandal (which your greatest ever player was implicated in), I forgot to reference that 2nd-"greatest" event in the history of White Sox history, Disco Demolition night. What a legacy! Throw in the Ligues and you have yourselves quite the storied past. As for whether or not the baseball world cared about the White Sox winning the championship, one need only consult the television ratings, which fell by approximately 1/3rd from the previous year.

Cubs fans comparing themselves to the White Sox is an almost equally pathetic designation. After all, the Cubs haven't won a championship in 99 years. Who are Cubs fans to gloat? Well, I'm not gloating. I think it's pathetic that both teams have been so bad for so long. But my point is that Cubs fans are a lot more likely to treat the Sox like any other AL team. Sox identity depends upon the foil of the Cubs. Don't believe me? How come the White Sox, as an organization, have decided by build entire marketing campaigns around not being the Cubs, and how "baseball is played the right way on the SOUTH side of the city" and all that nonsense?

And I'd be willing to excuse all this, simply because I feel I have nothing to feel all that good about as a Cubs fan. I hate the mythology- or let me say I find it charming that mythology exists, but I'd much rather it exist for, say, the Yankees, and have the Cubs be the acknowledged greatest organization in MLB history. And the Cubs stereotypes are at least partly true, just like the White Sox fan stereotypes are partly true. Cubs fans can be annoying fratboys more interested in beer and boobs than baseball. And those "fans" and their Cub "pride" are just as insufferable as the Sox fans who feel the need to piss in the punch bowl after a division championship.

But they're a minority. Hell, if you believe the slander than most Cubs fans don't know how to read a box score and are too busy worshiping ivy leaves to follow the action on the field, you're admitting their a minority, because if they can't even follow their team, what will they care about another? For the most part (and there are exceptions), we just don't care about you. But it sure seems as though you really, really care about us. Hey, let's quote Sox fan designate Richard Roeper again:



Why such hostility? What does it matter? Why do you care about the Cubs? Why does Murph cheer for the Sox, and Mac acts like he was pantsed in public when the Cubs win? Why does one orginization treat their crosstown rivals with benign neglect, while the other treats them with open contempt? As the saying goes: maybe we're just not into you.

yeah, because M fans are known for bickering with each other over which shitty ass team they root for is better, nationally the white sox are what the blackhawks are to chicagoans, no one cares, fold em up

yeah it was pretty predictable. but hey, insecurity complexes die hard, y'know?

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

hi mr pot, have you met mr kettle?

I don't get it. Supposedly the cubs fans are all rich and stupid and spoiled. Why would people like that have an inferiority complex?

since i'm not from here, i can't get involved with this kind of provincial, territorial little scrum...

so i won't.

Go Cubs Go.

You're a pretty level-headed guy Zack. I am a Sox fan and I still think it's a dumb argument.

Good luck to your team Zack.

The main difference between the average Cubs fan and the average Sox fan is that the average Cubs fan couldn't care less about the White Sox, while the average White Sox fan is constantly comparing his team to the Cubs. Always lurking in the back of the mind of the White Sox fan is the sense that maybe no one really cares all that much.

He'll think, "we're just as "cursed" as the Cubs or the Red Sox, but no one in the rest of the country really cares. Our biggest stars are regularly ignored- just think how much credit Frank Thomas woul dhave gotten if he were a Met. Or Paul Konerko. Or Mark Buehrle. No one- not even fans, but especially not journalists or commentators- especially enjoys hanging around U.S. Cellular Park after baseball games. They head back to their downtown hotels as soon as possible. Even the name is so sterile and cold: U.S. Cellular Field. It may as well be called "United Steel and Coal Amalgamated Stadium.

But then, the Cubs can win 85 games and head into the playoffs after winning the weakest division in baseball, and look at the city! What are they cheering about? Don't they see this team has no chance? It's all smoke and mirrors; they'd be under .500 in the American League. Everyone knows Zambrano, but Buehrle's stats are better. I'd rather have Jenks than Dempster. I'd rather have Ozzie than Lou. And those fans... they aren't even real fans! They'll show up any time, for any team, whereas we're smart enough to only come out to the ballpark when the product is good.

Why don't we get any respect in this city, or in the MLB in general? The baseball universe is going to erupt when the Cubs finally win, just like when the Red Sox won. Where was our love? Why doesn't anyone care?"

And so the White Sox fan in the neighborhood bar is going to be the most recognizable guy in the room. He'll be quiet, wearing his old Magglio Ordonez jersey, until the Diamondbacks or Mets or Phillies score, and then he'll be the loudest SOB in the room, the first to say "I told you so! This team ain't no good!" And should the Cubs win a game or two, he'll be the first to bring up every tired and miserable platitude available; "they'll blow it, Wrigley Field is cursed" and "they were only 5 outs away and they still couldn't win" and whatnot. But he'll be stewing inside, because he knows the most uncomfortable truth possible to know: when that celebration finally comes, and the Cubs can hoist a world championship banner for the first time in a century, all of America's eyes will be on the corner of Clark and Addison. Even the most novice of baseball fans will remember the billy goat, and the black cat, and Durham's error, and the Bartman ball, and all that other mythology, and say to themselves "wow, I'm happy that the Cubs finally did- this year, everyone in America is a Cubs fan." And yet all the Sox fan will be able to hear is silence- the collective silence of an America, and a Chicago, that couldn't care less when that fantasy played out on the South side, after all those decades.

Perhaps not this year, but someday, that day will come when all the "curses" are broken. The Red Sox will have won, and the White Sox, and the Cubs. That time might not be this year, but it will come. And when it does, the Red Sox fan will still have memories of Ted Williams, the Green Monster, and the bloody sock. The Cubs fan will have Ernie Banks, the ivy, Ryno, and the rememberance of all that mythology banished. And what will the White Sox fan have? Flat beer, a mullet, and a half-empty cookie-cutter stadium void of tradition despite a century of baseball. He'll grumble and he'll pout, constantly complaining about how real baseball is played south of Madison, and how real fans come out to Comiskey (oops, U.S. Cellular Field [snicker]) And you know what the worst part is? That hatred isn't even reciprocal. Cubs fans don't envy or hate Sox fans, we pity them. We pity an establishment whose greatest historical landmark was a cheating scandal during the Wilson presidency. We pity the team that can't muster decent attendance during an off-year even though they play in the third-largest market in the United States. And we'll pity you because we just don't care enough to hate you back.

Go Cubs Go. This may not be their year, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the rest of the ride, wherever it may end. And if this is their year, Sox fans, I suggest you invest in a good pair of earplugs and a decent bottle of booze.

Many that is true, but an incomplete statement.

Also if you fuck someone like they are a millionaire they might go try to be one.

hillary cliton is a cub fan you tard

Many that is true, but an incomplete statement.

You sure you meant tard and not serial rapist?

Well, Coach, good way to waste your $20.
Why not just buy another Sox hat and support you team?
This is the thing I don't get about the Cubs-Sox shit. I mean, I never root for the Sox. I also never root for the Sox opponant. What's the purpose? It's bad juju.

If you're gonna root against someone, why not the Indians? Aren't they in the Sox division? Kinda makes more sense.

As usual, Darkside nails it.

Many that is true, but an incomplete statement.

hillary cliton is a cub fan you tard

Should the Cubs beat the Diamondbacks, will you throw your newest favorite team overboard and latch onto the next opponant?

Conversely, should the likely thing happen and the DBacks beat the Cubs, will they forever be your favorite NL team?

As usual, Darkside nails it. I remember the Braves jerseys and hats followed by Marlins paraphenalia. Two days after the Marlins beat the Cubs, the ersatz adoration was tossed aside and forgotten. Such loyalty.

So now it's Diamondbacks love. Fan whores. I truly am baffled. I've never rooted for a Sox opponant. I've never hoped the Sox lost. I am ambivilent to their fortunes and certainly do not see the logic in rooting for their opponants.

I realize that it's unlikely, but just humor me. Should the Cubs beat the Diamondbacks, will you throw your newest favorite team overboard and latch onto the next opponant?

Conversely, should the likely thing happen and the DBacks beat the Cubs, will they forever be your favorite NL team? I'm just trying to understand fanwhoredom. I believe I am failing.

Of course.




A minute after the last out is recorded I will forget they exist and proceed with drinking myself into Bolivia.

When your treatise on peculiarities of fanwhoredom comes out, I expect to receive an autographed copy.

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

The main difference between the average Cubs fan and the average Sox fan is that the average Cubs fan couldn't care less about the White Sox, while the average White Sox fan is constantly comparing his team to the Cubs. Always lurking in the back of the mind of the White Sox fan is the sense that maybe no one really cares all that much.

He'll think, "we're just as "cursed" as the Cubs or the Red Sox, but no one in the rest of the country really cares. Our biggest stars are regularly ignored- just think how much credit Frank Thomas woul dhave gotten if he were a Met. Or Paul Konerko. Or Mark Buehrle. No one- not even fans, but especially not journalists or commentators- especially enjoys hanging around U.S. Cellular Park after baseball games. They head back to their downtown hotels as soon as possible. Even the name is so sterile and cold: U.S. Cellular Field. It may as well be called "United Steel and Coal Amalgamated Stadium.

But then, the Cubs can win 85 games and head into the playoffs after winning the weakest division in baseball, and look at the city! What are they cheering about? Don't they see this team has no chance? It's all smoke and mirrors; they'd be under .500 in the American League. Everyone knows Zambrano, but Buehrle's stats are better. I'd rather have Jenks than Dempster. I'd rather have Ozzie than Lou. And those fans... they aren't even real fans! They'll show up any time, for any team, whereas we're smart enough to only come out to the ballpark when the product is good.

Why don't we get any respect in this city, or in the MLB in general? The baseball universe is going to erupt when the Cubs finally win, just like when the Red Sox won. Where was our love? Why doesn't anyone care?"

And so the White Sox fan in the neighborhood bar is going to be the most recognizable guy in the room. He'll be quiet, wearing his old Magglio Ordonez jersey, until the Diamondbacks or Mets or Phillies score, and then he'll be the loudest SOB in the room, the first to say "I told you so! This team ain't no good!" And should the Cubs win a game or two, he'll be the first to bring up every tired and miserable platitude available; "they'll blow it, Wrigley Field is cursed" and "they were only 5 outs away and they still couldn't win" and whatnot. But he'll be stewing inside, because he knows the most uncomfortable truth possible to know: when that celebration finally comes, and the Cubs can hoist a world championship banner for the first time in a century, all of America's eyes will be on the corner of Clark and Addison. Even the most novice of baseball fans will remember the billy goat, and the black cat, and Durham's error, and the Bartman ball, and all that other mythology, and say to themselves "wow, I'm happy that the Cubs finally did- this year, everyone in America is a Cubs fan." And yet all the Sox fan will be able to hear is silence- the collective silence of an America, and a Chicago, that couldn't care less when that fantasy played out on the South side, after all those decades.

Perhaps not this year, but someday, that day will come when all the "curses" are broken. The Red Sox will have won, and the White Sox, and the Cubs. That time might not be this year, but it will come. And when it does, the Red Sox fan will still have memories of Ted Williams, the Green Monster, and the bloody sock. The Cubs fan will have Ernie Banks, the ivy, Ryno, and the rememberance of all that mythology banished. And what will the White Sox fan have? Flat beer, a mullet, and a half-empty cookie-cutter stadium void of tradition despite a century of baseball. He'll grumble and he'll pout, constantly complaining about how real baseball is played south of Madison, and how real fans come out to Comiskey (oops, U.S. Cellular Field [snicker]) And you know what the worst part is? That hatred isn't even reciprocal. Cubs fans don't envy or hate Sox fans, we pity them. We pity an establishment whose greatest historical landmark was a cheating scandal during the Wilson presidency. We pity the team that can't muster decent attendance during an off-year even though they play in the third-largest market in the United States. And we'll pity you because we just don't care enough to hate you back.

Go Cubs Go. This may not be their year, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the rest of the ride, wherever it may end. And if this is their year, Sox fans, I suggest you invest in a good pair of earplugs and a decent bottle of booze.

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

i dont like the cubs, so them losing is cool with me.

however, i do like the rockies and i do like aaron rowand and the gooch. so if the cubs eek by the Dbacks, i will be rooting for thier NLCS opponent wholeheartedly