George Darkow - Disgruntled Fan
The first episode of uncontrollable sobbing I ever experienced was on October 7th, 1984. It began with frustration as my then six-year-old eyes witnessed a routine ground ball off the bat of Tim Flannery skip through the legs of Cubs first baseman, Leon Durham. Shortly thereafter, my frustration became a hysterical tantrum of tears as I watched the likes of Goose Gossage, Steve Garvey, and the rest of the San Diego Padres celebrate their berth in the 1984 World Series.
Over the following twenty-five years, my interest in the Chicago Cubs has grown into a full-on obsession for all Chicago teams and their respective sports.
The first Chicago Bears game I was in attendance for resulted in a 27-3 loss at the hands of the Dallas Cowboys. I got to meet Bears coach Dave Wannstedt, who's constant sipping of a Texas-sized beer accurately summed up the frustration of the Chicago Bears of the 1990's.
From halfway across the country, I tuned in on my grandmother's console AM radio to listen to Mario Lemieux and Jaromir Jagr toy with the Blackhawks in the 1991-92 Stanley Cup Finals.
Just when I thought my loyalty to the Cubs had paid off, with champagne uncorked and ready to pour, I painfully watched Steve Bartman become a household name.
I attended Game Two of the 2005 World Series. It was rainy and cold, but it was most-likely the greatest baseball game I'll ever attend.
I set the record for "fastest losing of ones voice" after erupting in excitement as Devin Hester began Super Bowl XLI by running back the opening kickoff for a quick 6-0 Bears lead. After four quarters of football, my spirit had joined my voice.
I will forever despise the likes of Steve Garvey, Will Clark, Josh Beckett, John Starks, Bill Laimbeer, Steve Yzerman, John Randle, Chris Carter, and Bret Favre... Not to mention, LeRoy Butler and Robert Brooks for their creation and promotion of the "Lambeau Leap".
Even to this very day, I remember the six NBA Championships won by the Bulls in the 90's, and still have a hard time admitting that Kobe or LeBron would be anything less than eleventh or twelfth men on those teams.
It's been fun, but it's been frustrating. One thing is for sure, though, I wouldn't change my loyalty or love of Chicago sports for anything.
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