To say that my husband and I are Chicago sports fans is the understatement of the century. We may or may not have a problem.
- My husband and I met at a Cubs game.
- Our cat, Kaner, is named after Patrick Kane of the Blackhawks, and our puppy, Wrigley, is named after the Friendly Confines.
- We believe in three seasons…baseball, football, hockey.
- Dinner is complete without a rundown of the sports news from the day.
- A peek into our closet will reveal several authentic (my husband is a jersey snob) jerseys from the Bears, Blackhawks, and Cubs.
- Every Christmas, it is guaranteed that we will give the other some sort of Chicago sports related gift. This year I received a David Ross Cubs jersey and my husband was given several World Series related items.
- During the football months, every Sunday is dedicated to the Bears, no matter how bad they are that year.
- Despite the fact that I am not a hockey fan, Blackhawks games overrule all other TV, especially during playoff season. I may not watch, but I’m in the room for emotional support.
- Both our birthdays fall near Labor Day weekend, so we forgo exchanging gifts and instead go to a Cubs game.
- During Cubs post season, we spent more money on playoff tickets and bar tabs than we did on our mortgage.
- When Kris Bryant threw the final out to Anthony Rizzo, which led to the Cubs World Series Win, my husband and I cried…probably more than on our wedding day.
Chicago sports are our life. We live and breathe them…well most of them. We don’t have time for the Bulls.