I'm almost 60. Been a Cub fan for as long as I've been conscious. But I'm done with them. No one loses 9 straight playoff games. No one loses because an ardent fan tried to catch a ball in the stands, no one leads a best-of-5 two games to zip and loses, no one has the best and deepest team in the league and gets swept. No matter what they do, or what happens, they will lose in the end. They have proven that -- again.
It will take a while, I'm sure. After all, they've been a major part of my life since I've had a life. There have been times when I've thought that nothing else matters as much as that the Cubs win the World series. So I'm sure that, for a few years, even if I'm not watching them directly I'll be focusing my peripheral vision with a small window of hope in my heart. But I'll get over it as they continue to lose and lose and lose. Done with them.
Wow, that's hard to say, hard to want.
Meanwhile, the holes in the McCain moral fiber have become sufficiently apparent that I don't have to point them out. The idiocy of the Palin phenomenon likewise. So, back to books.
I do an occasional re-blog of my raison d'etre. That will be next as we rejoin book reviews.
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