Should We Do This?

Should another poor, unfortunate, young soul be exposed to a debilitating, painful, heart-wrenching disease without his consent? A life of disappointment, sadness, and frustration awaits young Jack Willoby. Jack is my new nephew. Born to my sister Ashley and her husband Jimmy the first week of October, the little guy wasn't fully cooked when he first saw the light of day. You see, Jack wasn't due until darn near Christmas. So yeah, he's kind of starting out life behind the eight ball already. Don't worry, he's progressing nicely. Gaining weight by the day, gradually growing bigger and stronger. He'll soon leave his little incubator, be brought home, and fawned over endlessly. He'll be loved, raised right, and be given every advantage a lot of children around the world aren't privy too. But he's already behind in the count you see, 0-1. He took a called strike low and away the day he was born, because, unbeknownst to him, he'll be a fan of the Chicago Cubs.
Now I already know what you're going to say..."Why expose such an innocent, pure, being to this illness?" Honestly, I really don't have that good of an answer for you. Many are the day when I asked my dad why he didn't pick the Cardinals or Yankees, or Red Sox, or...."anybody but the Cubs!!!" I was born into it, my dad was born into it, and I imagine my grandfather was also born into it. Some families pass on a genetic predisposition to heart disease, diabetes, or male-pattern baldness....the McCullough's pass on Cubdom.
Now realistically, being a Cub fan never ended any one's life prematurely like a serious illness has countless times, although a few North-Sider's would argue that their lives we're shorted about 5 years every June. I just wonder if this is the right thing to do? Should a young boy have the right to choose? Let me think a minute.........naw. If we have to endure a seven month hardship every spring, summer, and fall, then buddy, so do you.
So yeah, I can imagine a day 10 years from now when little Jack is wearing his first Cubs hat, sitting next to his dad, uncle, grandpa, great-grandpa, and others watching a rare Cubs post-season appearance where the good guys drop another one in dramatic fashion, looks up at us all, and asks, "Why did you guys pick the Cubs?" We'll look back at him with a smile, maybe a tear included, and say, "Kid, the same reason you picked em."