For the entirety of my life I have been incredibly average at sports (except soccer at which I’m just terrible). I could always play them decently enough to get by in gym class but not decently enough to really compete. I’m pretty okay with that. I’m not really into sports when it comes to seriously participating in them. Some of my best memories are from just messing around playing volleyball or softball with friends and family. What I really enjoy more is watching them (once again except for soccer).
I don’t know how my dad and I would communicate without sports. It kinda helps to get the ball rolling. Over the past couple years, our relationship has been a rocky one. I hate to admit it because I love sounding independent, but my parents’ approval does matter to me. I don’t like that it’s hard for us to talk, so since sports can ease the tension, I’ve become very appreciative of them. Sitting down watching a Cubs, Bears, or Hawks game has become one the few things we do together anymore. However, even without them I still like to watch my Cubbies.
I’m not sure why I love the Cubs. They suck pretty bad. Every season I watch every game despite the disappointment and heartache. Why? I guess because it has become instilled in me to love the Cubs. Both my parents and most of my relatives are Cubs fans. I know I’d be messed with relentlessly if I decided to switch sides. I couldn’t imagine being a Sox fan either. It’s just not possible for me to switch teams. I have too much loyalty and bias. I’m not even a northsider. I love the southside and have lived here my whole life. The Cubs have just become more associated with family to me than the Sox or any other team has.
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