The Chicago Cubs, in their infinite wisdom, have decided that they want their fans to wait another 100 years before they win a World Series.
I’m telling all Cardinal fans right now…in the 2108 season, look out.
I mean, really, I should feel blessed that we even had a winning season. And to have had the best record in the NL was absolutely incredible. This season felt like the one, though. I thought that we had finally made the decision to put everything else aside and simply play baseball. No worrying about curses, goats, and Bartman’s. And we did – for the entire regular season. Our hitters hit, our pitchers pitched, and we played defense – better than any other team in the National League.
But, alas, this is the Cubbies we’re talking about. The same team that was five outs away from a World Series appearance in 2003, but instead lost the last three games of the NL Division Series to the Marlins. The same team that went from the worst record in the NL Central to the best last season, but then got swept in the first round of the playoffs. The same team that has tormented me every October for the last 20 years.
Tomorrow night I’m heading down to Los Angeles to attend Game 3. I’m not sure if this is a good decision or a bad one. I’ll know afterwards. What I do know is that the Cubs work in mysterious ways. If any team decided to lose the first two playoff games at home, just so they could win the final game at home, giving each and every one of their fans a stroke – it’s the Cubs.
So here we go again. Tomorrow night I’ll be at Dodger stadium, wearing my Cubs jersey with the nostalgic Harry Caray patch, cheering on our team with the other 20,000 loyal Cubs fans that will infiltrate the Dodger-saturated city by the sea.
If tomorrow night doesn’t go the way I hope…there’s always 2108.