Welcome to the CTA ball game theater
I love baseball, and go to quite a few games each season, both on the North and South Sides. Since I wasn't born here in Chicago, I have no natural team allegiance. Here's another "crazy ball game story." I suppose I need a new category....
I was standing on the crowded Red Line platform at Sox/35th, waiting for the train going north after a Sox victory. A group of four friends sauntered by, gregariously having a good time. Suddenly, one big guy grabbed his smaller friend around the mid-torso, picked him up and turned him upside down, right near the edge of the platform. He playfully set him down again, thankfully on the platform rather than the tracks.
The guy who had just been bodily manhandled by the red-faced white dude happened to be a black guy. Upon being put down, he shouted out: "White people own the world by acting crazy."
Later on, the same uplifted guy, started cheering for the White Sox: "Can we get some love for the White Sox? Yeah! Let's hear it for the White Sox! They just beat the world champs! F**k the Cubs!"
As I say, I love baseball, and have come to love the CTA baseball theater.