Voiced

In 2003, I found my voice. It wasn't thanks to a guy, or a girl or a catastrophe. It was thanks to the Cubs. I will admit that. And that they were doing well. They looked like they might pull it off and I was having nothing to do with it.

I fought tooth and nail against every Cubs fan I knew. Sometimes to the point of costing me friendships. But it didn't bother me. You should be able to fight for what you believe in. And I believe in the Sox and I believe in not believing in the Cubs. I really hated and loved 2003 all for that. I was bold, brash, cunning, devious. I sweat and screamed and refused to watch the game in fear they would score. Yet it made me me. And I loved it.

This season I'm not the same as that 14 year old punk of a fan.... but I want to be. I'm dying to be. I want to be mean and laugh and joke even if the only one laughing is myself. I want to root for the enemy of my enemy. I want others to understand my logic to some degree. I want to profess my feelings. But I'm holding back. I am biting my tongue when I never have before and I don't want to. Really soon I think the lid on my classy is going to pop. Really soon I am going to ooze hatred. And I'm going to love every minute of it. As long as the Cubs continue to mess up like they always have. If not I'll be wrong and a mess. But I'll be wrong and a mess either way lol. So might as well take a few fans down a few pegs on my way.