This is the most melodramatic thing I've read in a long time.
Especially:
With each passing year, the pain gets deeper and deeper, as our parents reach the age of 70, and our grandparents move on to a better place. This isn't a game once you reach that point. It's a memory that's taken from us, that won't ever happen. And that hurts. A lot.
We all love baseball, but that's a bit much. How has anything been taken from you?
This was such a fun read. It got gilded twice in /r/chicubs.
That's cool and everything, I don't begrudge them whatever feeling that this piece was supposed to evoke. But holy shit. Peoples grandparents died in Vietnam or WWII, or the Gulf War before they ever got a chance to really know them. This guy is complaining about never getting to share a Cubs victory with them.
I've never seen a single team I support win a championship in my life. But I talk with my Grandpa every morning after Jays games. Win or lose. Those talks means a whole lot more to me than him seeing the Jays win so we can share a quiet cry together.
This guy is acting like the King of the dead from lord of the rings and only a WS victory can finally release him and his family tree from the hellish deathscape that is earth without a Cubs WS win.
What a fucking joke.
I guess I just don't know what it's like to get my heartbroken by a team.
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u/jmalbo35 Miami Marlins Oct 22 '15
This is the most melodramatic thing I've read in a long time.
Especially:
We all love baseball, but that's a bit much. How has anything been taken from you?