DIANA REPUBLIC

I am a Cubs fan. Bob used the marquis at Clark and Addison to propose, making me a solid Cubs fan for life. Unlike most Cubs fans I am not anti-White Sox. Most of the time I am just White Sox indifferent. That is unless they are playing the Cubs as they were last night. Then I am most definitely anti-White Sox.

But as it turned out – I was actually sort of baseball indifferent last night because the Stanley Cup Champions were at Wrigley and I am afraid any baseball game was a bit of a letdown after seeing the Blackhawks parade around with their shiny new trophy.

The Blackhawks players walked around the field handing the Stanley Cup back and forth; hoisting it over their heads as they carried it. The crowd cheered and took pictures and when they rounded third base, the fans were allowed to touch the trophy as it went by.

The ceremonial first pitch was thrown out by the Blackhawk’s team president, John McDonough (who was coincidentally the team president of the Cubs and more importantly an integral figure in the orchestration of our engagement).

The National Anthem, complete with cheering all the way through the song.

All three teams, Cubs, Blackhawks and White Sox, posed peacefully for a photo.

Fan or no, baseball is by nature is a dull sport. After the exuberance of Chicago’s newest sports darlings and their new over-sized shiny beer stein, it was a complete letdown. Add to that what was almost a double no-hitter: snooze fest. I realize that a no-hitter is a big baseball deal, but sadly I am not there yet as a baseball fan. A no-hitter means to me there are no hits and therefore no runs and therefore no score.

I seriously don’t even remember who won.

We celebrated with ice cream.