http://www.ajc.com/sports/content/sports/1...03/03torpy.html

 

I am not savy enough to link this up and maybe an old topic but try this out.

 

The site is www.ajc.com and type in Keyowrd TORPY. This story is so on the money.

That is such a true article. I LMAO through the whole thing.

Great article. I just wish someone from another City/State would write an article like this with no strings to either Chicago or the White Sox. Then you'd know the word is getting around about CubDumb.

Great find! thanks for letting everyone know about it.

I emailed that to every cub fan I know

for some reason link doesnt open on my computer...can someone copy and paste it so i can read it. :fthecubs :fthecubs :fthecubs :fthecubs

GREAT Article!!!!

 

The terms "Lovable Losers" and "Chicago Cubs" show up 3,600 times in a Google search on the Internet.

 

But, you saw the Cub fans at Turner Field for Games 1 and 2. Do you find them lovable?

 

I thought not -- although "losers" sure seems to fit.

 

They're loud and shrill and full of themselves and in your face with their Sammy Sosa and Ernie Banks jerseys and their chants. "Cubbies! Cubbies! Cubbies!"

 

It's still ringing in my ears from Wednesday night's game.

 

Mostly, I hate how Cub fans wield their faux passion for their inept team as a badge of moral superiority. It's kind of a: "Hey, we love a team that usually stinks but we keep coming back. We must really be True Fans."

 

But think of it this way: If a restaurant opened in your neighborhood and served subpar, inedible food -- I mean garbage -- would you keep going back? For 95 years?

 

Right. So what we have here is a character defect, a psychological flaw or maybe just mass civic hysteria.

 

Actually, I don't want to tar Chicago. I'm from Chicago, fifth generation Chicago. Wrigley Field is a nice place, a cozy postcard of a ballpark that is wasted on the miserable flotsam known as Cub fans.

 

It's here I must put my cards on the table. I grew up on the South Side in Chicago, which means I'm a White Sox fan.

 

Sure, Sox fans have our own flaws. We have knuckleheads who charge the field and attack umpires and coaches. But the attacks aren't personal. Sox fans are anti-social by nature; we don't even like each other. I've been beaten up at Comiskey Park. I figure the guy who hit me was a Sox fan, because he knew how to punch.

 

A Cub fan would have stood back and taunted me with snappy one-liners and then run away.

 

Our team hasn't won a World Series since 1917. But we don't walk around jibbering about it.

 

At one time, the Cubs had real fans who worked hard jobs. Then they went on cable and the neighborhoods around Wrigley Field became gentrified and the Cubs became a fad -- like disco with ivy.

 

If someone hears I'm from Chicago, they usually interject, "You must be a Cub fan."

 

I'm usually offended. They might as well be saying: "You must be a Corona-sipping, brie-eating, self-absorbed meathead."

 

True baseball people know in their hearts who Cub fans really are. Former Cubs manager Lee Elia summed up the team's fans -- the Cubs played only day games then -- in a 1983 press conference tirade:

 

"The (blanks) don't even work. That's why they're out at the (blanking) game. They oughta go out and get a (blanking) job and find out what it's like to go out and earn a (blanking) living. Eighty-five percent of the (blanking) world's out there working, the other 15 percent come out here... a (blanking) playground for the (blanks)."

 

True, it must be hard keeping up the front of cheering for a pathetic team whose fate is to disappoint.

 

If you think about it, a whole generation has been born since 1908, the last time the Cubs won a postseason series.

 

Let's hope a couple more generations pass on before the Cubs find success.

GREAT Article!!!!

 

The terms "Lovable Losers" and "Chicago Cubs" show up 3,600 times in a Google search on the Internet.

 

But, you saw the Cub fans at Turner Field for Games 1 and 2. Do you find them lovable?

 

I thought not -- although "losers" sure seems to fit.

 

They're loud and shrill and full of themselves and in your face with their Sammy Sosa and Ernie Banks jerseys and their chants. "Cubbies! Cubbies! Cubbies!"

 

It's still ringing in my ears from Wednesday night's game.

 

Mostly, I hate how Cub fans wield their faux passion for their inept team as a badge of moral superiority. It's kind of a: "Hey, we love a team that usually stinks but we keep coming back. We must really be True Fans."

 

But think of it this way: If a restaurant opened in your neighborhood and served subpar, inedible food -- I mean garbage -- would you keep going back? For 95 years?

 

Right. So what we have here is a character defect, a psychological flaw or maybe just mass civic hysteria.

 

Actually, I don't want to tar Chicago. I'm from Chicago, fifth generation Chicago. Wrigley Field is a nice place, a cozy postcard of a ballpark that is wasted on the miserable flotsam known as Cub fans.

 

It's here I must put my cards on the table. I grew up on the South Side in Chicago, which means I'm a White Sox fan.

 

Sure, Sox fans have our own flaws. We have knuckleheads who charge the field and attack umpires and coaches. But the attacks aren't personal. Sox fans are anti-social by nature; we don't even like each other. I've been beaten up at Comiskey Park. I figure the guy who hit me was a Sox fan, because he knew how to punch.

 

A Cub fan would have stood back and taunted me with snappy one-liners and then run away.

 

Our team hasn't won a World Series since 1917. But we don't walk around jibbering about it.

 

At one time, the Cubs had real fans who worked hard jobs. Then they went on cable and the neighborhoods around Wrigley Field became gentrified and the Cubs became a fad -- like disco with ivy.

 

If someone hears I'm from Chicago, they usually interject, "You must be a Cub fan."

 

I'm usually offended. They might as well be saying: "You must be a Corona-sipping, brie-eating, self-absorbed meathead."

 

True baseball people know in their hearts who Cub fans really are. Former Cubs manager Lee Elia summed up the team's fans -- the Cubs played only day games then -- in a 1983 press conference tirade:

 

"The (blanks) don't even work. That's why they're out at the (blanking) game. They oughta go out and get a (blanking) job and find out what it's like to go out and earn a (blanking) living. Eighty-five percent of the (blanking) world's out there working, the other 15 percent come out here... a (blanking) playground for the (blanks)."

 

True, it must be hard keeping up the front of cheering for a pathetic team whose fate is to disappoint.

 

If you think about it, a whole generation has been born since 1908, the last time the Cubs won a postseason series.

 

Let's hope a couple more generations pass on before the Cubs find success.

omfg lmao.. what a great article... wish they would put it in the times up here and let the world know how real people view scrub fans.........i gotta print that off and give it to every scrub fan i know .........wonder how they will react with honesty starin them in the face lol... or will they even notice......

HSC ... They'll just blink, then give you a dumb blank look. You know the one.

HSC ... They'll just blink, then give you a dumb blank look.  You know the one. 

yeah thats what i kinda figure lol.. but hey its worth a shot.. if nothing else i get entertained for a few minutes lol

I think I'm going to print, frame and display this article on my wall.

I think I'm going to print, frame and display this article on my wall.

im printing it off now and im gonna plaster it on everyones office at work........ damn im surrounded by scrub fans there........

My favorite quotes:

 

A Cub fan would have stood back and taunted me with snappy one-liners and then run away.

 

 

I'm usually offended. They might as well be saying: "You must be a Corona-sipping, brie-eating, self-absorbed meathead."

 

 

 

 

Let's hope a couple more generations pass on before the Cubs find success.

 

end quote

 

I want this guy as our next manager. Hell the players play and the manager gives interviews.

 

I emailed the guy with the link here. Hope he posts.

figure the guy who hit me was a Sox fan, because he knew how to punch.

 

GREAT Article!!!!

 

The terms "Lovable Losers" and "Chicago Cubs" show up 3,600 times in a Google search on the Internet.

 

But, you saw the Cub fans at Turner Field for Games 1 and 2. Do you find them lovable?

 

I thought not -- although "losers" sure seems to fit.

 

They're loud and shrill and full of themselves and in your face with their Sammy Sosa and Ernie Banks jerseys and their chants. "Cubbies! Cubbies! Cubbies!"

 

It's still ringing in my ears from Wednesday night's game.

 

Mostly, I hate how Cub fans wield their faux passion for their inept team as a badge of moral superiority. It's kind of a: "Hey, we love a team that usually stinks but we keep coming back. We must really be True Fans."

 

But think of it this way: If a restaurant opened in your neighborhood and served subpar, inedible food -- I mean garbage -- would you keep going back? For 95 years?

 

Right. So what we have here is a character defect, a psychological flaw or maybe just mass civic hysteria.

 

Actually, I don't want to tar Chicago. I'm from Chicago, fifth generation Chicago. Wrigley Field is a nice place, a cozy postcard of a ballpark that is wasted on the miserable flotsam known as Cub fans.

 

It's here I must put my cards on the table. I grew up on the South Side in Chicago, which means I'm a White Sox fan.

 

Sure, Sox fans have our own flaws. We have knuckleheads who charge the field and attack umpires and coaches. But the attacks aren't personal. Sox fans are anti-social by nature; we don't even like each other. I've been beaten up at Comiskey Park. I figure the guy who hit me was a Sox fan, because he knew how to punch.

 

A Cub fan would have stood back and taunted me with snappy one-liners and then run away.

 

Our team hasn't won a World Series since 1917. But we don't walk around jibbering about it.

 

At one time, the Cubs had real fans who worked hard jobs. Then they went on cable and the neighborhoods around Wrigley Field became gentrified and the Cubs became a fad -- like disco with ivy.

 

If someone hears I'm from Chicago, they usually interject, "You must be a Cub fan."

 

I'm usually offended. They might as well be saying: "You must be a Corona-sipping, brie-eating, self-absorbed meathead."

 

True baseball people know in their hearts who Cub fans really are. Former Cubs manager Lee Elia summed up the team's fans -- the Cubs played only day games then -- in a 1983 press conference tirade:

 

"The (blanks) don't even work. That's why they're out at the (blanking) game. They oughta go out and get a (blanking) job and find out what it's like to go out and earn a (blanking) living. Eighty-five percent of the (blanking) world's out there working, the other 15 percent come out here... a (blanking) playground for the (blanks)."

 

True, it must be hard keeping up the front of cheering for a pathetic team whose fate is to disappoint.

 

If you think about it, a whole generation has been born since 1908, the last time the Cubs won a postseason series.

 

Let's hope a couple more generations pass on before the Cubs find success.

omfg lmao.. what a great article... wish they would put it in the times up here and let the world know how real people view scrub fans.........i gotta print that off and give it to every scrub fan i know .........wonder how they will react with honesty starin them in the face lol... or will they even notice......

Ya think you should put that thing in an envelope and place it in your neighbor's mailbox?