
My name is Speaking Sputnik and I am a Cubs fan. Why, you might ask, root for a team so famously bad, a cursed team, one that hasn’t won a championship for 101 years, a team known more for its ballpark’s atmosphere (Ozzie Guillen continues to assert that it is, indeed, simply a bar; I think that he just means the bleachers), than for anything it has done on the field recently? I was at Game Six of the 2003 NLCS, the Bartman game. I saw my team six outs from the World Series, and I saw them collapse as they are so want to do. I also was privileged enough to attend Game Two of the 2005 World Series, and, frankly, I enjoyed the Bartman game more. The Sox victory, while thrilling, could not compare to the feeling of my team, my cursed, sure-to-lose, choketastic team, being so close to the World Series that we could hardly fail to grasp it. I really thought I was witnessing history. Of course, reality intervened and the Flubs are the Flubs. I don’t blame Bartman, but, well, what if Alou had caught that foul pop?
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