The emperor of ice cream
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A friend of mine moved to Chicago in May. He writes:
It’s been a long, long 6 months. There were times I wondered if we’d EVER even set the league record for most wins! And when we failed…well, it was tough, I’m not gonna lie. There were tears. Booze bottles were emptied, relationships were broken that can never be repaired.
But now, after all that, after these 6 impossible months… Victory. Relief. Absolution?
It was a long, difficult, painful journey. I’m not even sure if it was worth what we all gave up. During those brutal, impossible 6 months. God, August alone was… I can’t finish that…
But whether it was worth the heartbreak or not, the divorces, the mass alcoholism – we did win. WE won. And they – the non-Chicacagoans, who will NEVER understand the hardship – they can never take it away from us. Us, the Chicagoans.
Whoo, go Sox or whatever!!
Srsly, I used to live in Chicago once upon a time and I’m happy for almost all the Cubs fans, even though the whole Wrigley Field thing was always a bit twee.
And as Sparky Anderson probably once said, if you don’t like Harry Caray singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame, you don’t like ice cream.