Born into it. While my mother's family is from the north side, it is my father who made me a Cub fan. Dad and I would play catch while listening to Brick on the radio. At least once a year we would make the drive from eastern Iowa to Chicago. On Easter, Dad would hide eggs with the Cubs logo on them. We even chewed Wrigley gum, reasoning that it would help the team, if only a little bit. Unfortunately, my Dad died when I was 10 at the end of the '81 season. Needless to say, I have lived and died by the Cubs ever since. Dad was born after the Cubs last WS in '45 and died before their next playoff series in '84. He was an original bleacher bum. He was a great Cub fan. Switching teams is literally not an option for me.