The apprehension is certainly building for the Chicago Cubs fans as the Baby Bears, hailing from the north side of Chicago, get ready to face off today in what is sure to be a Early Fall Classic against the Los Angeles Dodgers in game six of the National League Championship Series.
Cubby fans, without a doubt, have momentum on their side. Up three games to two in the best of seven series they sit, as they say, in the proverbial “driver’s seat.” Optimism should reign supreme. However; each and every life-long, die-hard Cubs fan, I imagine, is getting up this morning and looking in the mirror, saying, I’m Good Enough, I’m Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me!”
In other words, they have every reason in the world to be scared to death of what will surely come next: the inevitable Curse rearing its ugly head and denying the Cubs their first World Series Title in
104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109 years.
It’s not like they are facing, arguably, the best pitcher in baseball for game 6 – Clayton Kershaw. Oh wait, they are.
It’s not like in game seven they will be facing Filthy Rich Hill, who gave up only two hits over six innings in his last outing against Chicago. Oh wait, they are.
It’s not like they are the Lovable Losers, the Chicago Cubs. Oh wait, they are.
Would-be sympathizers, chew on this for a few moments: countless generations of Chubby Cubby fans have lived and literally died with their team not winning a World Series. How many of those dedicated de-vo-tees’ season ticket holders laid on their deathbed and recited their Daily Affirmation, “We’re Good Enough, We’re Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Love the Cubs!”?
“I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!”
Stuart SmalleyCubs fans everywhere
Now contrast that with, let’s say, your average St. Louis Cardinals fan who has had 11 World Series wins. Tens of millions of Cards fans roam the earth today in joyous reflection, thumbing through YouTube like a Sunday smorgasbord, gobbling up images of past WS triumphs until they are bursting at their sports seams and eventually declining into a diabetic baseball coma… and… loving it.
Cubs fans, not so much. They have been mired in of one of the world’s greatest sports famines to ever strike God’s green earth.
I understand that the mother of all Whammy’s cannot be infinite, and at some point, the law of averages must be applied to the physical universe that is Cubdom; but, in the meantime, if I were the Cubs, I would try to get some mojo going by placing behind home plate the greatest Chicago athlete to ever sail through the Windy City, Michael Jordan. Hey, it couldn’t hurt.
Well, Cubs fans, is your team good enough to win the World series this year? (Cubs fans: “Hell Yeah, this is our year! We’re Good Enough, We’re Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Love Us!” – Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt.
UPDATE: CUBS WIN WORLD SERIES!…We tip our Cardinal hats and move on.