Not much you can say about last night’s game. It’s clear where they’re at. Here’s hoping we’re still talking baseball Monday and that’ll depend on what happens at Dodger Stadium this weekend.
I can only muster two things to hang my hat on.
In October 2004 I was in Washington D.C. for work. On Saturday, when I got back to my hotel room, I flipped on my TV and saw that the Red Sox were losing something like 27-3 to the Yankees. The loss put them down 3-0 in a best-of-seven series. At the time, no team in such a situation had even forced a Game 7, let alone come all the way back.
And we all know how that ended.
The second thing I hang my hat on is the Cubs are simply fucking due to pull this sort of bullshit comeback on someone else. It happens. Teams do it. Hell, it’s happened to us—TWICE, in fact, when you consider that in both ’84 and ’03 the Cubs lost three straight games when they only needed one for the pennant.
So that’s what I’m going with. A freakish precedent and karmic retribution. Harden? Lilly? Sure, why not? There are plenty of reasons to make the case for the Cubs on paper. But there were plenty of reasons to make the case for Dempster and Zambrano, too, and frankly, I’m sick of looking at the players on this team right now for any hope. So it time to get some rosary beads and pray for a miracle.
