There is something about the Cubs that inspires me. They are a franchise that suffers a polar opposite of fair-weather fanaticism, the concept of which amuses me. Cheered loyally by the masses during the worst of seasons, they are the team that may not win the game, but usually receive more love than the home team.

By default I am a Cubs fan. You see, I married a Cubs fan, therefor I am a Cubs fan. Until a recent photoshoot with Anthony Rizzo, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you a single player on the team, but that doesn’t change my support for the Cubs (most of which done in order to make my wife happy).

I think the Cubs represent an era lost on modern sports, one of great escape and timeless appeal. They are the embodiment of going to the ballpark with your friends to enjoy life, to relax and have a beer, to have a good time. The game being played is almost inconsequential to the utility provided to its viewers. It is one of the last romantic aspects that is still alive in pro sports. A win is nice, but not necessary to most Cubs fans at Wrigley. Sure it allows them to fly the “W” flag, but it is indeterminate of consumption of Old Style, hot dogs and peanuts.

On to the photoshoot of Anthony Rizzo. ┬áIn all honesty it was another shoot that went well and one in which no drama existed. Rizzo is a player that has beaten cancer, become the face of a franchise, and is only 23 years old. In no way was this his first photoshoot, nor his last. Even with his wall of accomplishments, he is very quite and humble about his success. Tony is the kind of player that I support, for his character shows fame won’t change him. For that reason, and the fact that I managed to have a weekend off in August (coinciding with Rizzo Bobblehead night), my wife and I are heading to Wrigley to have beer, hot dogs, and … well… cheer on the Cubs.

Go, Cubs, Go