It's Over

It's 6a. I don't have to be up for two hours, but I just had a dream about the Cubs going to the World Series. It woke me up because it hurt too much to keep sleeping. I know better than to be kept up at night because the Cubs have blown it, yet again. But I am.

It's over. The season is over. I won't be able to watch tonight. I'll tune in at the end to see how bad it is. But I can't stomach this anymore. So close, but in the end, we San Diego-ed it.

I was guesting on some friends' radio show last night at 9p. When we left for the studio the Cubs were up by 3. While we were in the studio, with the game on just outside, we saw the wheels come off. I could see the game from my seat, and I did what I could to not scream profanity on the air. I succeeded. *shakes head*

It's been a good season. The guys have done us proud. But it was not to be.

I'm a Cubs fan. I know that I should believe, but not get my hopes up. I should have known things would go down like this. But for a split second there, a split second that seemed like 6 months, I totally thought we had it.

Wait 'til next year.