I was short on cash one day, and I really needed the money, so I sold my soul to the devil. Apparently, this (being a Cubs fan) is his version of hell. In all seriousness, I was a tweener (like I would imagine most suburban kids without direct parental allegence to one team were). I followed the Sox a lot in 1994-1995. Then at the end of 1995, I'm not sure if anyone remembers this, but the Cubs were hovering a few games over .500, but still in the Wild Card race. I think it was between the Cubs, Astros and Rockies. We were playing the Astros the final weekend. We needed to basically sweep and have the Rockies get swept. Well we won the first game in dramatic fashion and the Rockies lost. That game brought so much drama in me that I was hooked. I watched the second game, which we lost to be eliminated, and was disheartened. But still, I made my mom take me to the last game of the season. I'm pretty sure we lost that game, but I do remember Harry saying something during the 7th inning stretch to the effect of 'Well I know we say this every year...but I mean it this year. Just wait til next year!' and the crowd went nuts. I never went back to tweener status