But lo and behold, last Friday we had Cubs Day at school and that baseball team from the north side has actually infiltrated our household. Ten years ago, Dad would've sent us to school in our regular daily uniforms - you know the navy pants and white polo - or at the very least bucked the system and send us in our Blackhawks gear.
But times have changed and I walked out the door in a blue t-shirt on Friday and Mae went to school with a t-shirt that actually was bought by mom and had Cubs across the front. And we're not the only ones. Several south sider, die-hard White Sox fans have been taken in by the youthful energy of the team and even Papa, though not actively rooting for them, said he wouldn't mind seeing them win the World Series. Now you might be asking yourself after reading that if Papa has settled in with some early dementia but that's not the case, which is making this whole thing even more strange.
