By Edward M. Bury, APR (aka The PRDude)
This is more than a typical Sunday here in Chicago. Yes, of course, it’s Easter Sunday, and I wish all a blessed Easter — regardless of your beliefs.
Today marks the first time the Cubs will play the first home baseball game of the season at seemingly perennially under construction Wrigley Field at night. And, the foe is that seemingly always successful team who play in a city 300 miles southwest — the St. Louis Cardinals.
For some untold, inexplicable reason, Cub followers and others around the baseball and sports world, “hate” the Cardinals.
I’ve read the “hated Cardinals” phrase frequently in recent print reports about the Cubs’ chances in the 2015 season in columns on progress during spring training games. In fact, in a Chicago Tribune sports article published in late March of this year on the Cubs/Cardinals rivalry, Cubs GM Theo Epstein was quoted as saying: “I’m a Cub, so I have to hate the Cardinals.”
Note to Theo and every other Cub fan: I’ve been a Cubs fan as long as I can remember. Perhaps there was a time when I “hated” the Cardinals, especially when they routinely walloped the Cubs season after season.
(I guess the same comparison can be made by Chicago Bears fans when referencing the Green Bay Packers.)
But given the state of the world today, when true hatred drives men, and increasingly women, to unspeakable horrors against their fellow man, I’m past expressing hatred for a baseball team that competes against the team I root for. I hope sports writers, TV commentators and fans of all sports will learn to dispense with using the word “hated” or its derivatives when talking about sporting competition.
After all, it’s supposed to be a game, not a war.
The Cubs will take the field a few minutes from now. I hope they wallop the Cardinals.