Dear Mr. Cuban,
Please don’t do it. I know you love baseball and the spotlight and you have more money than Sri Lanka, but don’t buy the Chicago Cubs.
I know you’re more than thinking about it. You want it. And I don’t blame you. It’s one of the coolest franchises on this whole rock. No doubt you’d go in there, spend like crazy, become a Bleacher Bum, transform the loveable losers into winners and wind up owning the north side of Chitown.
MFFLers shudder at the thought.
I think I speak for a lot of fans. A lot of fans saturated with selfishness and common sense. See, we know we’re spoiled, and we like it that way. We don’t want to share the best owner we've ever had. We’ve seen the other side, and we’d rather become vegetarians working at Texas de Brazil than live in a world run by Tom Hicks or Ross Perot Jr. You probably don’t hear it enough, but we really appreciate your passion. You’re not afraid to fire the coach with the highest winning percentage in NBA history or eat $15 million just to trade for Jason Kidd.
For that, we are lucky. And thankful.
I read the other day where you promised “I’m not going to sell the Mavs just to get the Cubs.” You even told the Tribune Co. folks that basketball was your first love. Consider this a sigh of relief. I also heard you on the radio last week saying how you’d “know a lot more” this week. Consider this nervous hand-wringing.
There are 1,429 Chicago fans that want you to buy the Cubs. Consider me signature No. 1 begging you not to.
Sincerely,
