Like Bad Kermit, I can barely sum up anything coherent about the Cubs after their brief cameo in the postseason. How can anyone after watching Ryan Dempster walk SEVEN batters, watching the Cubs offense fail to muster more than three runs in any one game, seeing the Cubs infield defense strangely implode, and observing the Cubs sleepwalk through Game 3?
Plenty of fans have declared themselves done with the Cubs, and I can’t blame them. Unfortunately for me, nothing related to the Cubs is rooted in logic. Similar to religion, it’s faith in an abstract concept that keeps me in the fold. Not surprisingly, my religion embraces suffering — almost to the degree the Cubs seem to do.
If you can endure the Cubs, you can survive just about any other disappointment, sucker punch, string of bad luck or tragic event in your life. Or so goes the theory. Then again, not having endured the Cubs does not make you unable to handle life’s myriad disappointments. If you must leave, I won’t begrudge you as you get on with your life.
As for those of you resigned to your lot as a Cubs fan: Want some good news?
It looks like there’s at least one high-profile defector. Let’s hope his trip South signals a permanent change:
See! Woo! You! Woo! Ronnie! Woo! Don’t! Woo! Come! Woo! Back! Woo! And! Woo! Give! Woo! My! Woo! Ears! Woo! A! Woo! Rest! Woo!
