As a Cubs fan watching the past two World Series, I’ve come to a conclusion.
Watching the Red Sox win the World Series is like your best friend marrying the girl you’ve been in love with for years.
You introduced your friend to this girl and now they are living happily ever after.
You’re happy for him because he’s happy.
But you are so jealous of him and you secretly hate him and feel a little betrayed because he took what you have been wanting for even longer and he even knows that.
Watching the White Sox in the World Series is like watching your brother go out with the girl you’ve been in love with.
Oh, by the way, you know it’s fate that he’s gonna get married to the girl.
You’ve hated him from time to time during your life. You get in fights with him.
But he’s your brother and that’s blood.
The White Sox are the same, and now once again someone who’s close to me is taking the girl of my dreams.
Will next year be the year that I get the girl?
