I’m all for friendly competition and blah blah blah. I spend a lot of time with White Sox Dave. The whole basis of our shit is being diehard Chicago baseball fans that can tolerate each other. The more I know about the White Sox, the better off I am as a baseball fan and vice versa. Maybe not for everyone but if you love the game you know what I mean. It can be a great way to bring people together.
That said, I absolutely hate these assholes’ guts.
Individually there’s really nothing to see here. Just your textbook cargo short wearing degenerate south suburban late 2000’s graduate of Stagg/Shephed/etc. waiting for a cold one flanked by yet another oblivious Cubs fan. But taken together these really are the biggest assholes in the universe if only for one night.
But then part of me is thinking maybe they’re just … and then my brain shuts down. And then it starts back up again and I’m trying to figure out how these bridesmaids cooked this one up and alas my brain shuts down again. It’s been a vicious cycle for the better part of an hour. I tap out.
If you know these guys, help them out. Burn the jerseys. Beat some sense into them. Hide the cargo shorts. Do whatever. Just make sure this never happens again.