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The Cubs Curse

I went to bed disappointed last night that the Cubs had blown their chance at the World Series. I'm not a major baseball fan, mind you, but I'd been following the Cubs since they got into the NL playoffs. I despise the New York Yankees and was excited by the prospect of a Boston/Chicago World Series. I don't know why that excited me, but it did.

And now, who knows what's going to happen?

I'm not sure I even care anymore now that the Cubs have been eliminated. Boston may lose to the Yanks tonight, in which case it would be a Yankee/Marlin Series... boring! The best possible scenario at this point for me would be that the Yankees lose tonight and Boston takes on the Marlins. In that scenario, I favor Boston.

As best as I can tell, I was rooting for Chicago because they were the underdog; the sad sacks with the long championship series-less streak. I was thinking about that last night as I went to sleep. I have a history of rooting for the underdog. Is it any wonder my life is filled with disappointment and hurt? It's almost like I set myself up to be let down. I can't help it. I just relate to the underdogs in life.

For a slightly different take on this, read Greg Quiring's blog entry for today! Oh, well... at least we both hate the Yankees!