The editors of the NTJ are big baseball fans. They also root for teams that are rivals and whose fans generally hate each other. For that reason it is profitable and even Christian to feel the love that National Review Online has assembled before the animosity of MLB’s season begins. “For the Love of the Game” includes a brief tribute from one adoring fan to the Major League’s thirty franchises. (BTW, the Mets bleep.)
Old Life 
We know that all Old School Presbyterians should be a fan of the only cursed baseball team: the Chicago Cubs. Just look at the similarities between Cub fans and Orthodox Presbyterians for example. We’re beat down and ridiculed by the masses, looked upon as a strange lot who likes old institutions and we have an undying hope in the future in the face of all this world’s rationality. We will prevail and the evil forces of this world will not overtake us! I’d tell you to jump ship and come along with us. But if it’s not in your blood, don’t bother. But as I wait for the sweet day of a Cub’s championship, I’m applying Vossian biblical theology to my fandom. I’m already participating in a realized World Series title that will one day come to full consummation. You can’t take that away from me.
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I’ll feel badly for you when you hand me the Brie and let me control the intake of Chardonnay. Now, if you were a Sox fan, you might see more connections between fans and Orthodox Presbyterians. I suspect that White Sox fans like scotch and cigars. I’m pretty sure Cubs fans would not know one end of a cigar from the other.
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White Sox fans are more into Malt Liquor and Swisher Sweets, maybe J&B on a holiday. I agree with Camden, every Old School Presbyterian should be a Cubs fan. The teams chooses you; you do not choose the team. Suffering is a part of our existence. Of course the Cubs’ suffering is self-inflicted. I will admit, most of my fellow cigar-smoking Cubs fans are more into looking cool holding the cigar, than actually smoking it.
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I hear the proto-modernist, David Swing, whom Francis Landey Patton opposed in the 1870s, was a Cubs fan.
I agree that you don’t choose your team. God does. It comes at birth. I was born a Phillies fan. If I chose to be a Cubs fan, I’d be an Arminian.
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I’m from Chicago and I don’t know anything about Chardonnay at Wrigley Field… the official beer there is (fittingly, for us Orthodox Presbyterians) Old Style.
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Baseball. Hehe, suckers.
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Mach, I know, right? Everyone knows golf is the sport of Presbyterians. OK, I guess Scottish Presbyterians. Still, you can drink beer when playing golf. Now what, baseballers?
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Being a Cubs fan is something that is inherited. I still remember sitting in my Grandparent’s kitchen on a Saturday afternoon in Chicago watching the Cubs. I do not know why, but that moment left a powerful impression on my and I have been a Cubs fan ever since. And although we may know the business end of a cigar, we have the best hot dogs around. Plus, Phillie’s fans are just obnoxious. No class.
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I’ve taught my children from an early age to recognize the team in blue with the “c” on the cap as the devil’s team. Call it part of their Cardinal-chesis.
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