Tonight I was sitting inside Five Guys waiting for my order and had forgotten I was wearing my Chicago Cubs ball hat. An older man who was leaving smiled at me as he walked by and said, “Cubs lost today.” He looked like a slightly-younger version of Whitman Mayo, the guy who played Grady Wilson on the old “Sanford and Son” show.
I smiled back and said, “I’m used to it.”
His hands filled with his purchase, he backed against the door to open it on his way out and said, “The Cubs are gonna win the World Series one of these day.”
“I’ve been saying that every year for the last 40 years,” I told him. He laughed and walked to his car. It was only then that I noticed he was wearing a Phillies jacket. Not just a Phillies jacket but one with a bunch of patches all over it that said things like “2-Time World Series Champs” and various other stats and years.
I thought it was nice of him that, even though I do live in Phillies country, he wasn’t mean or dismissive. We were just two baseball fans catching up with each other.
But then again, he probably just felt bad for me. It’s easy to be nice to someone whose team poses no threat to yours.