The players donned their NFC North title baseball caps. They smiled on the sidelines. Lovie Smith wore his smug smile during the post game conference.
I clapped. High-fived my brother and drove home in a snow storm, and didn't really think twice about it.
In 2005 when the White Sox clinched their division, it felt like a thousand pound boulder was lifted from my back and I could finally breathe. The same was true when they won game 163 against the Minnesota Twins in 2008.
And I'm a much bigger football fan than baseball.
So what's going on here?
Is it the monstrous MLB season of 162 games, where you watch the team almost every day, and just develop a more emotional response to them.
Was it the fact that playoff baseball in ...
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