Watching the Cubs game 6 of the NLCS. Then watching Cubs fans degenerate into drunken, awful pieces of shit.
My Dad had just passed away earlier that year and was a life long Cubs fan. I was born and raised in California, but had a room full of Chicago sport memorabilia at birth. I was so indoctrinated that I assumed I was born in Chicago until I finally asked my parents at the age of five when I was finally going to be back home in Chicago. Watching the Cubs was mine and my father's means of bonding. We were otherwise on opposite ends of the spectrum in every other facet of our lives.
He died having watched every game he could, every season before they could actually win the series.
When they were finally once again close to making it, I felt like they could not be stopped. That it was going to happen.
Going into that inning, I was crying because they were finally going to do it and because my dad wasn't there to share in that moment with me.
Then the Marlins got a few hits and the fans in that stadium threw in the towel and started acting as if the series was already over.
Boo Hoo, they scored a few runs.
I was so disgusted with the behavior. I felt betrayed by the people that should have been rallying behind our team.
Then
The Bartman Ball incident Happened. The people in that Stadium are/were the worst fans in all of sports.
I have not watched a Chicago Cubs game since that game.