The gross Cub chew dudes
My post yesterday sparked some interesting comments about the nature of baseball fans and the North and South Sides. Generally the South Siders get the nod for being true fans.
I almost get bored posting about obnoxious Cub fans. I probably should have a self-imposed ban on posting about them. And then I see something else I'd never seen before and just have to tell you all about it. Like yesterday afternoon.
We were headed downtown to a Millennium Park Grant Park Orchestra concert (don't you love the built-in oxymoronishness of that?) when we hit Addison just after a late afternoon loss to the Pirates. The car jammed up fast.
I noticed four guys who looked like they were about two-to-three years removed from their college frat. One guy was so wasted his eyes were almost rolling back in his head. But he and his other pals all carefully hugged their water bottle to their chest, and lips.
At first I thought maybe they were filled with whiskey, but soon I discovered the real answer.
That scummy brown liquid in their water bottles was the spit from their chew. They would put the bottle to their lips and spit into them.
Now, THAT was gross.