Ache for the Cubs

I have a special place in my heart for the Cubs.  It started in high school, where we'd be able to watch WGN on our newly installed cable at home, and were able to partake in all of those mid-day baseball games over summer vacations.  Then, as I moved on to college, I had a number of buddies from the Chicago area, and their palpable love of the Cubs was infectious (especially with the Twins absolutely horrible at the time).

Since then, I've likely been to a dozen games at Wrigley Field.  I've bent many an elbow at Murphy's and the Cubby Bear (Murphy's is better).  I've even attended a game at one of the vaunted houses across the street from Wrigley.

I've attended these games with folks I love - my parents, my friends, and my wife.  I even got a ball handed to me by Eddie Guardado from the Twins during one of the first games the Twins ever played there.  Wrigley, and the Cubs, will always be very special to me.

I've felt the Cubs' fans' pain with their lack of a title.  I certainly don't know the depth of it, but I've felt the sting.  And this year appeared to be the year when the stars aligned and the curse would finally be lifted.

Now with the Cubs' backs against the wall, it will take a miracle.  However, baseball is a game of miracles, so you know there's always a chance, albeit a very slim one.  

No, it doesn't look good for the Cubbies.  

At least there hasn't been any fan interference...