The Annual Cubs-Sox showdown usually brings out the worst in fans on both sides of town, particularly on the Red Line. Wednesday was no different — or maybe it was, since emotions were pent-up after Tuesday night’s rainout. And the guy who boarded the Red Line north at Addison at about 3:30 pm Wednesday proved that.
He was in his mid-20s, tall, beefy, shaved pink head covered by a Cubs cap. He wore a Derek Lee jersey, and sat with his girl friend, bellowing on the phone:
“Yeah, dude, really, I have no idea why I got thrown out of the game. I just looked up and they were all there. It must be something about my face. I don’t have a f***ing clue why they would throw me out.”
Hmmm…. might it have something to do with you being a belligerent drunk? He was very snappish on the phone and to his girl friend.
At Wilson, a couple boarded the train wearing black clothes, the man wearing a Sox cap. After they sat down, the Cubs fan began muttering to his girl friend:
“I think I should just become a Sox fan. I mean, I spent all this money, go to the first game, and it gets rained out. I go to the second game, and I get kicked out. Really. I should just switch to the Sox.”
His girl friend kept giving him reassuring back pats, to try and soothe him — and shut him up.
His phone rings. “Yeah yeah, we’re on the eastbound Red Line, not the westbound. We have to switch trains at Jackson.” His girl friend said: “I told you, I think we’re going the wrong way.”
He shouts back irritably: “We are not going the wrong way, I keep telling you that. I know where we’re going.” To the phone: “We have to switch at Jackson to get to the Metra to go to the west suburbs.”
By now, many of his fellow passengers get that familiar look of alarm when they see someone going the wrong way. One woman keeps trying to get his attention.
To the phone: “What stop am I at? Uhhh, we’re at Bryan Mauer. Yeah, Bryan Mauer.”
This brought great laughter from the Sox couple. And she corrected his pronunciation. Another woman passenger said: “Sir, you are going the wrong way. You have to go back the other way to Jackson.”
The guy’s girl friend hoists him out of the seat. “See, I told you we were going the wrong way.” And off they went at Bryn Mawr.
After the doors closed, the Sox fan shook her head and muttered: