The true meaning of being a fan...

Greetings,

Unfortunately, I find that my next blog entry is dedicated once again to counter my brother's argument of being a White Sox fan. Upon reading mine, he came up with the (largely weak) comeback as follows: http://ushakur.blogspot.com/2005/07/evolution-or-why-im-sox-fan.html.

Read it, if you're bored and willing to gouge your eyes out. Or, rather, your heart in this tragic case.

Actually, the more that I think of about this, the more I've come to realize two things: 1) I don't need to warrant a comeback and 2) I've learned, after 25 years of existing, a new thing about my brother. Allow me to elaborate on point #2...

Umar, ever so wittingly, entitled his comeback response (I swear I saw him wear a Cubs rally cap while writing it) "Evolution.." blah, blah, blah, blah. After reading it, I quickly realized that my brother has the making of being a player. Specifically, a playa. Confused? Well, here's my psychoanalysis: Like most playas, he was attracted to a certain, let's say, object. Soon after the object got used and abused, he immediately began seeking other, more appealing objects. The curves weren't as curvy in the older object and so he felt he had to move on. Thus...

Okay, before your mind dips into the gutter, you should know I was talking about a curve ball pitch and how the Cubs (i.e., the "object") started to fall apart, alright? Getting back to my analysis...

... we now have a "new" Umar. One whom, my respected female readers, you should be careful and in fact fearful of.

Afterall, man's sense of loyalty to sports is directly and unequivocally connected to his sense of love, marriage, etc.

Even if a chick becomes like a rotten tomato, all smushy and ugly, your significant other would rightly root for you and say, "Honey, I know you can't fit into those jeans like last summer season, but you're still my go-to woman always." What would a shark like Umar say? "You old bag! What the heck's the matter with ya? You know you're too dang fat and out of shape to be puttin' em jeans on! You had one good honeymoon year and that was it!" Next thing you know, these pigs are suddenly strolling down the park, thinking, "Man, so-and-so does a good job putting those jeans on. And they've been consistent from season-to-season. I should check it out..."

Fast forward a few years later, and you find Umar sitting at home writing blogs about how he's happily married to another red hot girl...err, team.

Alright, alright! We all know that Umar isn't like that in the least (thankfully!). And we know that he's a sensitive, caring dude. (But if you ask me, a little too sensitive, may be? :) ) Not to mention, he's simply an oustanding citizen. But I have made a valid point here today: You can tell a lot about a man by the way he supports his teams.

And on that note, you should know that I'm easily the biggest Chicago Bears fan out there. I am in love with Da Bears and I'd do absolutely anything for you...them, I mean.