( 1:01 PM )
On the Cubs, with playoff predictions
I had written this long thing about what it means to be a Cubs fan and how I don't feel worthy because I haven't suffered enough to qualify as a real Cub fan.
Know what? The hell with that. I just came in from running a bunch of errands around the North Side, and I gotta tell you: this is fun. Chicago is abuzz, and it's not even happy hour. Three hours till game time and nobody is whining about their years of disappointment and ineptitude.
Not to say that anybody expects to win. Cubs fans have fallen for that too many times. No, they know it could end any time, which just adds to the excitement.
If losing has taught Chicago anything, it seems, it's how to live in the moment. It's a great feeling and I'm going to enjoy it too. I never suffered with the Cubs but I'm not going to feel guilty because they've started winning just two years after I came on board.
History is bunk! Go Cubs!
I’m also rooting for the Giants, partly because I think Frisco is a cool town and partly because I don’t think Florida deserves a team, let alone another World Series. I had planned to root for the RedSox, but I flipped over to Queer Eye for a few seconds and they fell two games behind.
I want the Twins to win, if only to see Steinbrenner’s head explode with the knowledge that he’s pissed away $180 million. The Yankees have become a caricature of their megalomaniacal owner and of major-league economics and for that reason I wish they should lose. Plus, I fucking hate the Yankees.
I’ll predict another Bay Area World Series, with the Giants beating the As on Barry Bonds’ Game Seven walk-off homer immediately followed by an earthquake that causes a raucos PacBell park to collapse in on itself as Tim McCarver comments ‘We’re gonna die, Joe, but what a Series!’
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