Like finding out he used to be Protestant
I got a jolt from my father yesterday.
We were talking about grocery shopping and deciding what time we wanted to go. We've been going first thing Saturday morning the past couple weeks, meaning we've gotten it over with and still had the rest of the day/weekend to do other things, which has been nice. Dad left it up to me, but said he wanted to be back in time for the Cubs game. He then added that he was glad the Cubs were playing the Mets and not the Dodgers.
When I asked why, he said it was because he was a Cubs fan in '69.
*record scratch*
I was raised a Sox fan. I've been led to believe that my father was always a Sox fan. I knew he'd gone to Wrigley when he was younger, but I figured it was because that's what you did. If someone gave you tickets, you went. I...had no idea he'd switched allegiances. The only ballgames he's taken me to have been Sox games, back in 1991, when I got free tickets for having perfect attendance and straight As in school, and in 1993.
Now, granted, while there has been some mild Cub-bashing, it's not been vehement, more just poking fun at friends who are Cubs fans. I just wasn't aware that at one point my father was one of them. Well no wonder he's so excited about the postseason this year.
So then I had to ask, what caused you to become a Sox fan?
He told me that back in the early '70s, Bill Veeck potentially was going to move the Sox out of Chicago, but he said if every fan sent in $1, he'd keep them in the city. Dad sent in $1. He figures he's part-owner now. He said something like he felt bad for the Sox. And, well, they were doing better for a while there.
It was still stunning information to receive, and I was glad I was sitting down. But it does explain a little bit about my father's past, and why I've never felt a hatred toward the Cubs and have always wished them well. It's in my blood. I just didn't know it.
We were talking about grocery shopping and deciding what time we wanted to go. We've been going first thing Saturday morning the past couple weeks, meaning we've gotten it over with and still had the rest of the day/weekend to do other things, which has been nice. Dad left it up to me, but said he wanted to be back in time for the Cubs game. He then added that he was glad the Cubs were playing the Mets and not the Dodgers.
When I asked why, he said it was because he was a Cubs fan in '69.
*record scratch*
I was raised a Sox fan. I've been led to believe that my father was always a Sox fan. I knew he'd gone to Wrigley when he was younger, but I figured it was because that's what you did. If someone gave you tickets, you went. I...had no idea he'd switched allegiances. The only ballgames he's taken me to have been Sox games, back in 1991, when I got free tickets for having perfect attendance and straight As in school, and in 1993.
Now, granted, while there has been some mild Cub-bashing, it's not been vehement, more just poking fun at friends who are Cubs fans. I just wasn't aware that at one point my father was one of them. Well no wonder he's so excited about the postseason this year.
So then I had to ask, what caused you to become a Sox fan?
He told me that back in the early '70s, Bill Veeck potentially was going to move the Sox out of Chicago, but he said if every fan sent in $1, he'd keep them in the city. Dad sent in $1. He figures he's part-owner now. He said something like he felt bad for the Sox. And, well, they were doing better for a while there.
It was still stunning information to receive, and I was glad I was sitting down. But it does explain a little bit about my father's past, and why I've never felt a hatred toward the Cubs and have always wished them well. It's in my blood. I just didn't know it.