The Chicago Cubs: A Short Story

On a scorching, hot, summer afternoon, my friend, Weston, and I decided to watch the Chicago Cubs play baseball. Little did we know this was going to be the worst fight we would ever experience with each other. We disputed about who we thought topped the Chicago Cubs roster. It all began when we were in my basement watching the gifted Chicago Cubs play in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field against the South Side Hitmen- the Chicago White Sox’s. All was going well until Weston asked me “Ben, who do you think is the best player on the Cubs?”
I quickly retorted back, “I think Kris Bryant is the best player on the Cubs.” Weston was very offended.
“How do you think he is the best player? He has only played one season and we have yet to
Neither would make eye contact with one another and the brutal silence was chilling.
“I still don’t get why you think Kris Bryant is the best player on the Cubs. He did nothing to support your claims in this game,” chimed
I hate you!” Again we sat in grim silence Weston departed my home. Finally, we reconciled, and worked out our disagreements. “I apologize for my behavior last week,” I began, “my temper got in the way of our friendship. While I still believe Kris Bryant is the leading player for the Cubs, you are still my leading friend. Right?”
“I agree. We both got carried away with something that is not as important as our friendship,” replied Weston. We both agreed we never want to argue about trivial things like baseball again.
Weston’s mom came to my house to pick him up and noticed the awkward silence hanging like a dark cloud between us. She looked at us and asked, “Did you boys have a good time?” We both answered with a smile and yelled, “Yes!” No previous arguments I have had will ever top this disagreement. Weston and I both look back with dread to the day that almost ruined our friendship. While I still believe Kris Bryant is the Chicago Cub’s lead player, I will not mention this again to