Wrigley Fields prepares for a long, sad life

Do people have no sense of history? Pennant fever has again struck the north side of Chicago, where the Cubs—who could still blow their chance at the postseason—have all but been anointed World Series champs. (Have people forgotten the Bartman foul ball from four years ago?) Now some superfan in Michigan City, Ind., has gone ahead and named his son Wrigley. The catch? His last name is Fields. Unfortunately, as anyone with any sense of Cubs lore knows, this means only that the poor kid is going to be cursed for the better part of a century, dashing the hopes of his parents—who may or may not have consulted a goat about the name—year after year after year. He’s also going to have to endure hazing every September. (My favorite part of this story is where the dad says the boy can use his middle name “if he wants to.” Not likely, if your dad’s such a superfan that he named you Wrigley in the first place … and then went out to publicize it.) Even worse, by the time the kid reaches a point where having an unusual name might mean scoring with chicks, the name will have lost all meaning, because Mark Cuban will have bought the team and renamed the stadium.

—Posted by Aaron Baar

September 26, 2007 | Permalink