I'm here because I suffer from a hereditary disease that involves living a dying with a certain perenially underachieving baseball club. I was first infected back in 1971 and, as a testament to my mental state, I wouldn't accept a cure even if they someday come up with one

During the winter months, to break up the monotony of staring out the window and dreaming of Spring, I've been known to occasionally lose sleep over the Bears and Blackhawks, but the Cubs are the only team I live and die with.

Oh well, there's always next year!