By Keir Graff
There are two reasons why Chicago is a true sports fan’s Shangri-la right now. The first, as anyone from the inner city to outer Mongolia could tell you, is the Bulls. At this writing, the Bulls have finished the regular season 69-13 (third-best in NBA history) and swept the first round of the playoffs. And they’ve achieved this during an injury-plagued season in which only Jordan, Pippen and Kerr have managed to stay off the injured list. While up-and-coming teams hope these collective impairments are evidence of vulnerability, to the rest of us this year’s struggle is yet more evidence that the Bulls are the greatest basketball team of all time. Even depleted by injuries and slowed by age, they still find a way to win.
But what of reason number two? What other team helps make Chicago a sports-fan paradise? Who dares run with the Bulls? Read the rest of this entry »
By Marc Spiegler
Ballparks, like nightclubs, hinge on ambiance. For all its chrome and steel, the new Comiskey Park lacks Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis” cool; it seems more like a mall gone wrong. As gleaming curio stands and laughable LED graphics start to invade Wrigley Field, even its strong history has started to erode. Without the stadiums to set the proper mood, choosing your game-day compatriots becomes all the more pivotal. Go with the people who yell “Charge” on cue and you might soon wonder why you’d scream about a game whose very owners deep-sixed the World Series. Go with the uninitiated (or, worse yet, foreigners), and you’ll find yourself attempting to explain the mystique of a game where men with banker’s physiques pull down millions for failing 70 percent of the time.
Looking to tap into the game’s history, to recapture its romance, I tracked down Richard Topp. A short, buoyant man, Topp represents a peculiarly American breed: the baseball nut. Half historian, half obsessive, these types track the game like Philip Marlowe on a steamy case. No detail escapes notice. No fact goes uncatalogued. In the late sixties, these aficionados banded together to form SABR, the Society of American Baseball Researchers. Topp joined SABR after finding errors in the first Baseball Encyclopedia; from 1989 to 1990, after quitting the hotel business to focus on sports research, he served as SABR’s president. Read the rest of this entry »
By Ginger Beaumont
In January of 1977, Alan Hartwick, a longtime Cubs fan, declared himself the world’s first free-agent fan. Hartwick had seen enough; after years of continued disappointment with the Cubs, he sent letters declaring his free agency to every team in the major leagues. He figured since he didn’t have a contract with the Cubs, he was under no obligation to remain a Cubs fan. He got a few offers, and a lot of publicity. But what Hartwick missed out on when he turned his back on the team was the true spirit of Cubs’ Baseball. Read the rest of this entry »