Heya Bostonist,

I am a hypothetical Chicago Cubs fan who has just moved to Boston from another large city, where I liked to watch the Cubs among fellow fans. In fact, my old city had a Cubs bar, where Cubs fans would go to watch our team lose all the big games. But, in Boston, I had to watch the Diamondbacks sweep the Cubs in the NLDS all by myself. Where do Boston's Cubs fans go to gather?

Bostonist anticipated this question and began an inquiry last week. We figured that Cubs fans and Red Sox fans have a lot in common. Both franchises are over a hundred years old. They both play in cramped stinkpits shrines of baseball. And the Cubs even have their own, albeit much weirder (and still active), curse. (Theirs involves an aggrieved goat.) So, with all these ties of kinship, Boston is a natural home for the Cubs fan, right?

Wrong. Bostonist crept around town last week and caught every one of the NLDS games, hoping to watch them surrounded by jerseys with names like "Lee" and "Soriano." You see, we love an underdog. As long as it is a National League underdog. But it was not to be. Our search went Fenway, Copley, Mission Hill, Jamaica Plain, Allston. Five strikes: a Cub's count.

There was a glimmer of hope in the South End, where Bostonist spied the bartender at Clery's wearing a Cubs hat and a shirt bearing the Cubs' logo and reading "Chicks Dig Me." But when asked where you could watch the team among fellow fans, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, I'm here." The other bartender, wearing an identical Cubs shirt, quickly disavowed any allegiance to the team. "I'm more of a Red Sox fan," she confessed.

More on finding a Cubs bar after the jump!

On the internet, Boston's Cubs fans desperately sought each other out, starting two Yelp threads, posting to Craigslist, and even starting a Meetup. (This last one apparently met -- at the Bostonville Grille in Gloucester. When Bostonist asked our personal first base ump for a ruling, it was determined that if it ain't on the T, it ain't Boston, so we did not check.) All to no avail. To Bostonist's knowledge, the Cubs fans never decided on a place.

Saturday, while strolling dejectedly through Allston, we spotted something through the window of Big City, a poolroom. Upstairs sat a man with a friend, watching baseball in a Derrek Lee jersey. Bostonist approached the pair, but the guy in the golf shirt quickly protested his innocence: his friend was the only Cubs fan around. There is no Cubs bar in Boston.

Cubs fans are known for their blind optimism. When told of our stymied attempt to find a Cubs bar, the Derrek Lee fan laughed and said, "Maybe you and I should start one."