The Chicago Cubs are on the Air, Even Across the Pond: Pt. 3

The Chicago Cubs are on the Air, Even Across the Pond: Pt. 3

In this, the final installment of a 3-part series (please take a few moments to read Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven't already), Ryan Ferguson shares the story of his conversion to Cubs fandom and his hopes for the future.


But why, I hear you plead, do you now follow the Cubs and not the Red Sox? Why do you listen to Pat Hughes so much? Hell, why is your writing even featured on this website? To accurately describe that journey would take another 2,000-word article. Fortunately, I have one for you here.

But, in essence, my baseball allegiance was destroyed by betrayal; John Henry and Tom Werner's 2010 purchase of Liverpool FC, a rival to my beloved Tranmere,  ended my affair with Boston and catalysed a descent into Dodgerdom and other nomadic humiliations. Such is the tribal nature of European soccer; rivalries often dictate lifestyles and choices. I couldn't bear even the merest relation to Liverpool Football Club; couldn't sleep knowing that, in buying Red Sox products, my money may trickle down and fund the rejuvenation of a team which I abhorred.

The end was nigh.

When Los Angeles, the team to which I gravitated as a knee-jerk substitute, was similarly transformed by the smiley spectre of Guggenheim capitalism, I lost an appetite for baseball. I couldn't relate to anything the Dodgers were aspiring to become. It all seemed so contrived and pretentious. So un-baseball-like. My heart simply wasn't in it.

I finally came to my senses last July, realising that the reckless transience of executive America needn't steal my love for its finest game. Who are John W Henry and Stan Kasten to tamper with my baseball appreciation? This sport is bigger than them, and I set out on a path to prove it. After pondering an elaborate spreadsheet which would rank each Major League franchise in important categories such as ballpark, uniforms, cities and personnel before spitting-out an ideal suitor for my eternal fandom, I realised that only one team could provide a satisfactory match.

The Chicago Cubs were the answer to my prayers.

My natural affection for Chicago, a true jewel of America, helped as a starting point, as did my core knowledge of this fabled team, its deep tradition and perennial struggle. I love Wrigley Field and recall with rare fondness those barmy days when D-Lee and Aramis and Big Z were wreaking havoc at the corner of Clark & Addison. When the Cubs are going good, it's enough to warm the heart of even the coldest baseball fan. I'm glad to finally be part of it all, rather than a passive bystander.

My first year as a Cubs fan has been a very humane experience. I've regularly watched baseball which is so bad as to defy comprehension. I've dreamed and hoped and laughed and worried. I've enjoyed the ride. No matter how awful Julio Borbon was, or how awful Nate Schierholtz is, being a Cubs fan feels right! It feels natural to me. Sure, I've a long way to travel before acceptance into the cult, but I'm committed to getting there. Again, I'm reading and writing about this wonderful game; learning about a different organisation with a different destiny. I'm fixated with baseball once more.

I could hardly have picked a more difficult time to begin following the Cubs. At the Major

League level, this team is often comically-inept. But, again, we see the resplendent brilliance of baseball on radio: it's altogether easier to listen rather than watch as this team teases, tortures and torments at every turn. It takes the edge off every gruesome Junior Lake strikeout; softens the blow of every towering home run from Matt Holliday; fills time between defeats. In general, Pat & Ron enable the season to skip along, rather than grind distressingly to a sad conclusion.

One day, I hope we share a happy ending. I, like you, dream of seeing the Cubs win a World Series. But should this addled ballclub get within three outs of winning it all, I'll collect my coat, attach an earphone, and walk out the door. I'll walk away the anxiety listening to WGN on the streets, along the beaches, and through the woods of Great Britain.

For this stress-busting reason alone, I implore you to embrace radio. I understand that we live in a complex age where apps and gadgets and social networks fight endlessly for our attention. I know that the NFL is king, catering to a super-charged, eat-your-lunch-at-your-desk generation of robots. I appreciate the convenience of television. But please, just make an extra effort to respect the institution that is radio baseball. How about designating one game per week which you'll listen to rather than watch? Why not finish that yardwork, paint that room, tidy that house to an accompanying soundtrack of baseball?

Just try it.

I guarantee you'll enjoy every minute.

Follow me on Twitter: @PrentoniaPSV

Thanks for reading; if you enjoyed it, please share with others.  And if you'd like to be updated on my future posts, and those from the rest of the Cubs Insider team, you can subscribe below.

Type your email address in the box and click the "create subscription" button. My list is completely spam free, and you can opt out at any time.

And be sure to like Cubs Insider on Facebook.

Filed under: Uncategorized


Leave a comment
  • 1. Pat and Ron are not that Pat and Ron. I don't think Ron Coomer adds anything to the broadcast. At least if one wanted a long suffering Cubs fan, Ron Santo provided that voice.

    2. I guess he doesn't follow the Tampa Bay Buccaneers after Glazer bought Manchester United, and feels safe that Ricketts can't afford an association football team.

  • Hi Ryan,

    Thanks for a great read. I'd like to follow up on a couple of your points. It's obvious that you "get" being a Cub fan so you don't have a long way to go before being accepted. You're already there.

    Also, your suggestion about listening on the radio is a great one. I have a radio with me to listen to the game as I do my yardwork, etc. and I'll also have the game on the TV in case of a big play. I'll hear it on the radio and then check it out on the TV. Afterwards, I just go back to my yardwork with the game on the radio. You're right - it is awesome.

  • In reply to Boogens:

    There is something about sitting on your deck in the summer with a beer and listening on radio too.

  • In reply to Boogens:

    There is something about sitting on your deck in the summer with a beer and listening on radio too.

  • fb_avatar

    Just great stuff. I love this different perspective on something we all seem to take for granted. Ryan, I'm very happy that you sent this to us and I'm glad we were able to share it with a few folks.

Leave a comment