I've endured a lot of crap over the years, being a Cubs fan. Actually I haven't endured nearly as much crap as the folks who have been Cubs fans their entire lives rather than those like me who entered Cubs fandom with Sammy Sosa's homer binge in 1998 (still love Sammy), but it's a sizable amount of crap.
Working and living on the South Side, I get a lot of grief from White Sox fans. They talk about the 2005 World Series, about Jose Abreu (they have a legitimate right to be excited about that guy, by the way), about how the Cubs' prospects haven't proven anything (technically true for the time being). I also get some grief from Cardinals fans, whose team I would love the Cubs to emulate. And wouldn't you know it, I even get grief from other Cubs fans who aren't as happy about the Theo Epstein/Jed Hoyer/Jason McLeod plan as I am.
But the time is going to come when I don't have to just sit silently and hope for the best. I am hopeful still, because they're right; these guys haven't really done anything yet. But the key word here is "yet." If things work out, if the baseball gods are just, there will come a time when I can brush all the heckling and criticisms aside. There will come a time when I can say, "Yeah, that was tough, but it was well worth the wait."
And I won't even throw it in people's faces. I'll be too happy to care what they say.