I have to say that as a Cubs fan, I would hate to see this happen.
But as a White Sox fan, I would happily welcome him to the South Side.
Many "true" Chicago sports fans have stopped reading at this point.
That's because in order to be a true Chicago sports fan, you must at some point make the Sophie's choice of this city's sports world; the question that almost always comes up when you're out of town and someone finds out you're from here -- Cubs or Sox?
To many, my answer -- "both" -- is utterly unacceptable.
I, on the other hand, celebrate the virtue of both venues -- and both franchises, for that matter -- while at the same time recognizing that each has its monumental foibles.
Admittedly, we fans of both teams are a silent minority, but I'm here to tell you that more of us exist than you would think. We would just as happily spend a beer-soaked afternoon in Wrigley's bleachers blissfully unaware of the score, the inning or the pitch count as we would hanging on every pitch in the South Side's comfy confines.
I sing the praises of both. I cheer the wins of both. And when they play each other, I hope only that games are as free of injury as they are full of on-field drama. I love a good show, and I'll always tune in to a good story line. And there are fewer story lines in sports that tend to garner as much intrigue as that of rivalries.
So, how can I justify my insolence? How does one explain away his perceived infidelity?
You see, the Cubs/Sox choice is often made early on in one's life. And it usually, but certainly not always, has something to do with geography. It can also be genetic -- the way some people are democrats because they come from a family of democrats, so are many people Cubs or Sox fans because it's in their DNA.
I grew up in the west suburb of Batavia. We felt about as connected to the city of Chicago as we did to the Iowa/Illinois border (and we were almost as close). The connection I had to this city was through the newspapers I read and what I saw on TV. I read about both teams, so I was able to closely follow both teams. I watched both teams play on TV, so names like Kittle, Cangelosi and Baines meant as much to me as names like Cey, Sandberg and Dawson. (For those who may be wondering, I threw Cangelosi's in there because, at 5'7" he gave guys like me hope ... and I'm a huge fan of alliteration). This was prior to interleague play, so it was entirely possible that I was blissfully unaware of the very existence of any rivalry.
So, geographical fidelity was out of the question.
As to genetics, I was taken by various family members to Old Comiskey and Wrigley with equal frequency. My parents always taught me that before I judge, I should learn as much as I could about a particular subject and form my opinion based on what I had surmised. This was their approach to religion, politics and, yes, baseball.
So I made my choice at an early age. I would love the Cubs. I would love the Sox. And I will be in attendance for both of their home openers this season wearing the appropriate team's gear, talking shop with my fellow fans.
When I explain this to people, the question usually comes up, "What if the two teams met in the World Series? Who would you cheer for?"
I can only say that even the most ardent fan of either team would agree that it'd be rude to cheer the apocalypse.