Don't Call It a Bandwagon

Some years back, I was living in a tumbledown cold- (and hot) water flat on the South Side of Chicago. I was unemployed and just steps away from being destitute, so I was distressed when my apartment was broken into one hot summer night. Luckily, the only things the thief stole were a couple of bus tokens and my eighties-vintage White Sox cap:



Since then, I moved to the North Side, got a job and have rooted on and off for the Cubs. But now that I'm a West Sider, I've decided to return to the roots of my fandom, the Chicago White Sox.