I was raised a Sox fan. My family would go to games pretty frequently when Michael and I were little. This is back in the day when it was actually Comiskey. Back when Harry Caray was announcing there (hear that Cubs fans?)
I am from the kind of family where the men might take just as much pleasure in the Cubs losing as the Sox winning. And I married someone who often feels the same.
In high school, our entire senior class was given tickets to the Cubs game by one of the big donors to the school. I remember lying to my dad about where I was going that day, fearing his disappointment.
Sometimes it is hard to be a Sox fan living on the north side. Not tonight.