You get to a certain point in your life when you have friendships and even a romance or two with lifelong Cubs fans, and you almost begin to see these people as human.
Fun memories in here, if you're a White Sox fan of a certain age. It was written in 2006, the year after the White Sox swept the World Series from the (then-NL) Houston Astros, so that's the most recent topic year in here.
I docked one star due to the overly casual prose style. Roeper is a professional journalist of long standing — you'd think he could come up with a better turn of phrase than "the White Sox sucked" (which he says at least a dozen times in this brief book).
No, I wasn't expecting a formal history of the team. It's a personal, passionate memoir. And that's great, but I just got tired of his saying "we" when talking about the team, and using players' nicknames as if it were a barroom conversation instead of a book.