Put a fork in ‘em, they’re cursed.

I almost cried. Seriously, tears threatened to spring forth. Who could have thought that after one of their best seasons in my lifetime, winning their division and finishing with the best record in the National League, the Cubs dreams of ending their 100 year drought would come to crashing halt in the second inning of the the second game of the NLDS.

As I watched that horrendous second inning where the Cubs looked like little leaguers who couldn’t field the ball to save their lives, the first thing I thought of was the curse.  Then with each mistake and error, I was reminded of the curse.

I was screaming my guts out, pulling my hair out.  I had told people I wasn’t getting my hopes up.  Heck, I had told myself I wasn’t getting my hopes up.  However, after that second inning I realized what a big, fat lie that was.  I honestly thought this was the year.

There is a certain amount of poetry that runs through the history and numbers of baseball.  Fans know this is true.  It’s in baseball more than any other sport.  I don’t know why, but it is.  For the Cubs to win the World Series exactly 100 years after they won their last Series would have been the stuff great sports stories are made of.  It would have been full of magic and poetry.  It would have been, in a word, baseball.  After the season the Cubs had, that mojo had to be working in their favor, right?

However, part of baseball’s magic belongs to curses and superstitions.  A few years ago, I never would have thought a goat would have more power than the Babe.  Apparently it was true, and still is.  And for one inning last night you could almost hear Billy Cianis and his pet goat laugh with delight.