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How Do I Make Sure My Son Is Cubs Fan?

My 4-year-old son has a very team friendly contract. Although the rules aren’t completely clear, I’m pretty sure that I can keep him under my team control for at least two more years. Although he’d love to have it, we do not have a collective bargaining agreement in our house.

That means he’s a Cubs fan. For now.

I know parents around the world deal with this issue as sure as they change diapers and reluctantly give up the keys to the car. How do you ensure that your child will root for your team?* There’s some guy in England right now freaking out after a few pints imagining that his 2-year-old son will somehow grow up to root for Manchester City instead of his beloved Manchester United.

In Chicago, that translates to some mom in Evanston feeling a pang in her gut when she realizes that her adorable infant in that Cubs onesie could come home as a teenager in a White Sox cap.

This idea really popped into my head when I took Jack to see the Cubs play the Mets at Citi Field and he decided it ditch his Cubs hat for a few innings in favor of the Mets giveaway cap. Ugh.

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You see our situation is a bit complicated because we live in Connecticut. I grew up in the Chicago suburbs and don’t even remember how or why I became a Cubs fan. I just was. My grandfather, aunts and uncles, friends, they all rooted for the Cubs. Cubs shirts and hats showed up at our house as if delivered in the night by little blue elves (wait, would that be smurfs?). Anyway, that’s a lot of positive reinforcement, and it was all fairly passive. Nobody had to force me to wear a Cubs cap, but I don’t remember much exposure to other options.

In Connecticut, the only thing we have is options. My son is only 4, but he already hangs out with little Yankees and Red Sox fans. So far, he wants to do what dad does, and that means we put on our Cubs caps and watch the Cubbies. But in this melting pot of allegiance, how long before my influence wanes and he wants to follow the team of his best friend? I give it two years, but that might be optimistic.

So I need some help. During this window in which I have the greatest influence over my little man’s rooting choices, I need the Cubs to win. Not just a little. The whole enchilada. I figure that is my best chance to create an indelible memory, to make a permanent emotional connection, in short, to brand his soul with a capital C.

I think that might have happened with the Blackhawks, but I guess we’ll find out.

I also need the Cubs to win because parents always want their children to have a better life than they did. I have no scientific evidence, but I’m pretty sure that I would have become President of the United States if the Cubs would have won a World Series in my formative years. From lovable losers to world champions? The boost to my self-esteem would have been astronomical. All right, maybe I wouldn’t have been leader of the free world, but I bet you I could have been president of the Ryne Sandberg fan club. I bet ya.

We can talk about character building, but does any Cubs fan who has not been twisted into an emotionally bitter pretzel by the losing really want his or her children to grow up with the disappointment that we did? Of course not. I bet there’s even a contingent of Cubs fans who don’t want their kids to follow in their very heavy, dragging, so-tired, why us footsteps. But not most of us. We want to continue the next generation of Cubs fans — only better!

So c’mon Cubbies. There’s not much riding on a championship in the next few years: just the emotional bond between fathers and sons in families like mine and the future greatness of our offspring. No pressure. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll be fine watching the Cubs alone, in the cold basement, while my adult son heads off to a friend’s house to watch the Yankees after he gets off work as a widget stacker.

* Note — I don’t include my 3-year-old daughter in this conversation because at this point the Cubs would have to wear ball gowns and sing “Let It Go” while dancing around the infield to maintain her interest in baseball. I didn’t make her that way, I swear. She just likes what she likes, and that’s awesome. She wears her Cubs hat proudly while she paints beautiful watercolor rainbows. But if my son defects, I’m putting on the full-court press with her … or the baby. One of them will stay with me, right?

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Cubs-Mets In NY: Ice Cream, Nap And A Win

Taking your boy to see your favorite team is a win, no matter what else happens. But the day turned out to have a bunch of victories.

I had never been to Citi Field but had seen it completed when attending a game at Shea Stadium six years ago. Poor Shea, sitting in the shadow of its much bigger, much nicer looking sibling. Shea has since been put out of its misery, making way for a parking lot. citified

Getting to Citi Field from Connecticut was easy, on this day. In the photo above from R-L is my friend Rodney Diggs, his son Caden, my son Jack and me.

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We arrived at the park, and though we were starving, decided to find our seats first. We made our way through the main concourse, which has a million food options and is open to the seating area, offering a great view of the field while you’re looking for that dog and a beer.

That’s not where our seats were located, however. So we went up and up and up and up, all the time worried that we’d have to head back down to find some good food options. We arrived at the 400 level, and to our pleasant surprise, there was another concourse behind the seating area — complete with many food options and Big Apple Brews, a stand that offers over 20 types of beer.

And our seats were great. Sitting in the front row of the promenade level felt at lot like sitting in upper deck boxes at Wrigley — not quite hanging over the field like that but pretty close. And the seats had another added benefit for my son and his buddy — jets coming in close on their way to LaGuardia. After the game, when I asked Jack what his favorite part of the day was he voted for the planes. Oh well, someday it will be the baseball.

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He’s 4, so the planes make sense, as does ice cream. A couple of scoops in a plastic commemorative cap, that’s a win. So it cost $575, what can you do? It’s a special day.

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And none of it was wasted, as you can see.

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It was cap giveaway day, and we stashed the Mets caps they gave us to take home and use while mowing the lawn or fixing a sewer line. And then I look up and my son, my son who had been telling everyone that he was a Cubs fan, was wearing the Mets cap. The few Cubs fans in our section even noticed and asked what happened. I said he’d be grounded for a month.

With Jake Arrieta dealing and the Cubs winning 1-0 late in the game, Jack even turned the cap inside-out, rally style. The Mets fan next to me said, “That’s got to hurt you inside a little.” “Yeah,” I said, “more than a little.”

I then proceeded to talk to that guy about Cubs prospects and the future of the Mets for 20 minutes — nice guy. And I noticed that Jack had passed out.

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The Cubs gave up the tying run in the eighth on a Curtis Granderson single, and I’m glad that Jack was sleeping on me, so I had to restrain myself. After Pedro Strop fell behind 3-0 why the heck wouldn’t he just walk the only guy in that lineup who could actually hurt you? Right? Right? First base was open. Pitch to the Lagares guy that even Mets fans haven’t heard of.

Whatever, I’ve said before that I’m not sure about Rick Renteria handling pitchers, and this was just another example.

Anyway, Starlin Castro hit a homer in the top of the ninth to put the Cubs up 2-1. I’d say that he saved the day, but that wouldn’t be accurate. It would have been a great day no matter what the result on the field.

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Son And I Seeing Cubs In Big Apple

The Cubs-O-Meter reflects how I’m feeling about the Cubbies at any given time. The name pays homage to the famous Shawon-O-Meter of Cubs days gone by.

Why wouldn’t the Cubs-O-Meter be looking good since I’m taking my 4-year-old boy to see our team play the Mets in New York?

He told me this morning he’s going to be wearing all blue to cheer on the Cubs.

So today is a big win, no matter what Jake Arrieta and the Cubs do today.

I’ll update the post tonight with results on the day, like Jack barfing from too much ice cream or something.

Where would you set your Cubs-O-Meter? Leave a comment and/or tweet to #CubsOMeter.

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