Here Come The Sox, Time To Get Out The Flip Flops
Not here to talk about how awful life is for the Cub fan right now.
It's a day off, lets talk about flip flops - this'll make Cubs sense later.
They have an underdog kind of history, flip flops, especially in the midwest.
When I came to Chicago in the 80's, people didn't wear flops except in the shower.
There were sandals, sure, but sandals have that Jesus thing going on.
The real midwestern flip flop in the 80's was a hideous boat shoe called the Sperry Topsider, leather and sometimes with tassels - like little cardigan sweaters for the feet.
They made me feel silly so...I went with flops.
The kind from Walgreen's that come in all colors.
I'd get about 6 pairs for a grand total of about 10 bucks, last all summer long.
Especially fabulous in the bleachers at Wrigley, where staying cool is a must and the beer spillage is rampant.
You can just hose 'em off after.
They've come a long way since then.
Found my favorite kind about 5 years ago at a surf shop in Kona: Reefs.
I still have 'em.
I've got a pretty big collection now, including the sporty "Fannings" with the super cool beer bottle opener on the bottom (which surprisingly I've never used).
Okay, back to the White Sox, the flops, and the point of this little chat.
If I'm going to Wrigley and I put on a pair of flops, I can look at my sock drawer and say, "Fuck the socks."
And I do, every time.
Say that out loud right now.
Tim Souers is the illustrator and author of Cubby Blue and appreciates the opportunity to guest blog here at The Cub Reporter.