By Marty Gangler
So, that happened.
Just so many great things on the other side of a World Series Championship. Sure, all the clichés are there. You know, about being able to die in peace and wishing grandparents and family members could see this, yada yada. Sure, those are all great, and real, but when it comes down to it, when I’m about to die I’m probably going to do my best to just not die and I may not think about the Cubs at all, you know, because I might be about to die.
I guess my point is that for the living, the coolest thing about the Cubs winning it is that I don’t have to think about next season much at all. Who they need to move, who they are going to acquire, who’s on my hate list, etc. It’s all just Cubbie Blue gravy now.
I also think Steve Garvey is probably an OK guy now; same for Will Clark. Leon “Bull” Durham was a solid defensive first baseman and they put out a lot of great music in 1969, what else happened that year? Yeah, the goats (literal and otherwise), villains, and all the ghosts of losing past are all pretty much off the hook – except maybe Dusty. And it feels like a lot of sports fan baggage has been lifted off the Cub fan’s back. All this being said, it still hasn’t truly sunk in. I’m sure it will in a little more time. And even that will be nice.
Posted on November 3, 2016