An essay by faculty member C.J. Hribal appears in Milwaukee Magazine:
When I was a boy, my father and grandfather fought for my soul, taking me either to Cubs games at Wrigley Field (Northsider Dad) or White Sox games at Comiskey Park (Southsider Papa). We went so often, I thought the national anthem ended with “Play ball!” Paternal love won out: I became a benighted Cubs fan. I adored Ernie Banks, the irrepressible Mr. Cub.
Our last Wrigley game together occurred in 1967, when I was 10 and dad was 40. Then we moved to Wisconsin, but I still followed the Cubs on our massive radio, even when they played late-night West Coast games.
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