My mom is a rabid Cubs’ fan. Pity her. Will it ever be their year?
My mom is also a wonderful grandma – or as my girls call her, Gaba. However, there is one thing I take issue with. From the moment my children are born she begins plying them with Cubs’ paraphernalia. She teaches them songs like “Go, Cubs, Go!” and “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” (My brother jokes that the lyrics should be changed from “If the Cubs don’t win, it’s a shame” to “If the Cubs don’t win, it’s the same.”)
Just recently my precious firstborn said she likes the Cubs and although she used to find the games boring (she went to her first game when she was 2), she likes them now. As I listened to her gush about the Cubbies, I wondered why my mom was setting my children up for a lifetime of pain and frustration.
She has unfairly indoctrinated my girls, turning them into Cubs’ fans without my blessing and as a result, this is what I find in our bathroom:
The way this season is going, the Cubs need more than their own Guardian Angel.
Oh well. I’ll forgive Gaba. I suppose by passing down a love for the Cubs to my children she is teaching them important lessons about loyalty and patience.
We love you, Gaba, even if you love a cursed team.