I didn't score and I went home early.

The punchline to a joke about the 2008 Cubs being a lot like the senior prom. Sigh. It's a time of mourning at Birv's house as the hopes of yet another year circle the drain. Oldest Brother once compared Cubs fan-dom to a marriage... a lot of ups and downs and a hell of a lot of work to stick to it.

I imagine that having faith that the Cubs will one day win a series must be much like faith in God- you believe it's possible, you just can't explain why. Being a quasi-Wiccan myself, I believe that the goddamn team is cursed.

Ah well. I have 5 months to heal, and when April comes around, I know I'll be ready to get my heart kicked in once more.