Five Minutes With Christine Sneed
Christine Sneed
My brush with the Cubs:
Sixth grade, with my dad, Terry Webb, who certainly fulfilled his paternal duty by taking me to Wrigley instead of some much more appreciative and Cubs-rabid friend on that day long ago.
Who were you:
Ron Cey, because I thought penguins were cute and always felt bad that he was best known for his pop-ups during crucial moments in the game.
Working on:
Lots of stories, a novel, my abs and triceps.
Day jobs:
Corrupting young, Facebook-addled minds at two Chicago universities.
Literary figure I'd hire to manage the Cubs:
Studs Terkel (RIP) – he would have been great, no?
The Cub I'd most want to live indefinitely in my basement:
Ryne Sandberg – he’s still cute (I think?) and could probably open the pickle jars when I couldn’t get past that damn vacuum seal.
Most cherished Cubs memories:
Uh….
Best piece of Cubs memorabilia:
Double uh…
The Cubs will win it all in 2009 because:
Lou Pinella has a fine team of talented players and is a smart, level-headed guy (at least he has been when I’ve heard him on AM 1000 during interviews – which, believe it or not, I’ve heard because my boyfriend makes me listen to sports radio in the car sometimes).
The Cubs won't win it all in 2009 because:
Goat sacrifices in public places are still illegal.
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