This Saturday, I just might be naked.
As a new resident of Chicago, I’m completely torn on what to wear to the Cubs-Sox faceoff this weekend.
You see, I’m a Florida native. Home of Mickey Mouse flip-flops, Jimmy Buffett jukebox marathons and–say it with me–bad, bad, bad baseball.
But as a former intern for the Marlins, I’m in desperate search of a new team in my new hometown to love, coddle, ogle and of course, support by purchasing tons of zip-up hoodies and beer coozies.
This will be the first time I’ve been to see the Sox or the Cubs. And I want to be a fan. You know, fit in, be one of the crowd. As in not get maimed. Yeah, I’ve heard stories.
So which team do I throw my allegiance–and more importantly–my wardrobe behind?
The unfailing loyalty of the Cubs fans and the fact that the game will be at Wrigley might be enough to wear blue. And bears are cute. Especially baby ones. Harmless really.
Then again, the passion of the Sox fans is pretty infectious. Not the best word, but true. I’m not much for jumping on bandwagons, but I’ve got plenty of black clothes. Slimming as well. Bonus points.
And I’ve learned the hard way that you CANNOT be a fan of both. Thank you bartender Gary for clarifying that for me in a polite, yet slightly scary way.
Maybe I’ll leave it up to you. If you’re a die-hard Sox or Cubs fan, help me out. Tell me why your team needs another fan.
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mvelisek@tribune.com
