I’m up early today. The sun is just cracking over the buildings in the east and it’s gorgeous. If I was ambitious enough I’d grab my camera and take some shots, but I have to be at work rather early today, so I need to make all of this somewhat brief… so you’ll just have to visualize on your own. It’s OK to use your imagination, after all.
First, some good news. The cast list for Chicago Gay Men’s Chorus’s holiday show was posted and I’m happy to report that I got a little featured number in the show! I’ll be singing a duet titled “The Christmas Cactus,” which was written by a onetime member of the chorus (and briefly a blogger as well) named Steve. It’s a ballad that I got a chance to sing at the audition. So if you are itchin’ to see me and 150 other sexy men in cowboy duds (I need to buy some boots now… oy!), click here and buy some tickets!
Next, some good news for some and some so-so news for others. As you may know, if you read my blog and have checked out my links, I am a Cubs fan when it comes to local sports. I was born and raised this way. And when you’re a Cubs fan, you are taught at an early age that you are not to be a fan of any other team– especially the Chicago White Sox.
You see, when I was a small child, I started to stray. I would listen to White Sox games on my little transistor radio instead of Cubs games– mainly because I was drawn to Harry Caray’s antics and his singing of “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” during the 7th Inning Stretch. My father, ever the dipolomat, set me straight (so to speak) right away. He told me, “Ricky, I just want you to keep this in mind. Cubs fans get toys and presents from Santa. Do you know what Sox fans get?”
“No, Daddy,” I replied sheepishly.
“Coal, Ricky. Sox fans get coal.”
I changed allegiances rather quickly.
Not that I mind, of course. I am a true blue Cubs fan, and nothing will change that.
Not even the White Sox going to the World Series for the first time in 40+ years.
But unlike my father, who will staunchly root for whichever National League team plays against the Sox in the World Series — even the hated Cardinals– I simply must put my foot down. For I am now a Chicagoan, albeit a northsider, and I have to root for the home team.
So… although this hurts, I will say it and get it over with.