Cubs Lose!

Dusty waves to fans after NLCS game 7 loss.

Okay! Here’s how it all goes down. The Cubs are the favorite going into game 7 of the NLCS. We’ve made it this far, sloughed off a billygoat that has been a few years lifted. Kerry Wood is on the mound and we have it at hand, right?
Not so, as the way events would work out. Not so. The Florida Marlins will go to the World Series for the second time since expansion brought them into the league. I am astounded, flabbergasted, and any number of other ways of saying the same thing. Jack McKeon, 282 years-old, makes it there. That is the only redeeming quality of this.
Florida has no realizable fanbase. Just like Atlanta, where I live, until the playoffs. Sure, they will fill the seats at the beginning of next year, and as long as they continue to win. However, as soon as a slump comes the ticket sales will suffer. People will decide, instead, to stay in their RVs, and the team will once again have to rebuild or die.
The best hope I have is that the Red Sox can make their way past the Yanks. You see I am a good Marxist, or at least a Marxist. And giving to the suspicion that the Yanks may be the best team in baseball via revenue, I cannot give the championship to those fuckers precisely for the same reason.
I don’t like dynasties. I don’t think that they are ultimately good for sports or the fans. To the extent that Atlanta has won umpteen NL East regular season titles…. GREAT! However, they are no dynasty as the history books would report. To be a dynasty, one must wear the crown. That is not a place that Atlanta, the Cubs, or any number of teams has been forever (or innumearble years). Whatever!
This is not about baseball, however! Or even believing, as any number of fan posterboard signs would lead you to believe. Hell, I didn’t even go to a game this season.
What it is about is the fact that I realized during the postseason that a homerun does change a life. A flyball marginally into the stands does as well.
Jeb Bush can offfer up the most grandiose of appointments for the Chicago kid in his fine state. His brother was a baseball owner afterall (and later the president of our fair country). And between the two, and the way the Repulican Party knows how to rig votes (e.g. the California debacle, and TX gerrymandering, not to mention FL in the last presidential election), I am sre that the outcome of any sporting event can be derived, regardless of the spread. Hell, even our our individual fates have been decided. Hail Dubya!
But occasionally a gentle giant hits a homerun. A centerfielder makes a sliding catch. A catcher makes the play at the plate. A pitcher pitches a no hitter, or few hitter, and all of the cosmos shift once and for all.
Take it as you will.
Go Red Sox!
I cannot stand Steinbrenner for one more second.
And I wish that the Cubs were there to take them in five.