My belief in curses is gone now that the White Sox won the World Series. If there were any "curse" in baseball that would have kept a team from winning a championship, it was the curse of the 1919 White Sox that intentionally lost the series because they were controlled by gamblers. That was the biggest crime to ever hit baseball, and if that team is allowed by the supposed baseball gods to win another World Series, then there are no curses except self-inflicted ones. The self-inflicted ones can become self-prophesizing, though. The Cubs are not cursed by a billy goat or any supernatural force. They are cursed by the thought of a curse and by bad ownership that sees a sold out ballpark whether they win or lose. People are saying that the Cubs are next in line to win a World Series because the Red Sox and White Sox have won in consecutive years. No, no, no, it's not going to happen. I've been a Cubs fan for too long. They had their chance in 2003, and they blew it. The Cubs were going to be the first to break it, but they fumbled their opportunity. It's not going to happen in 2006. It's not going to happen in 2007. It's not going to happen in 2008. It's never going to happen until they finally structure their organization around success and not merely filling Wrigley Field everyday. As long as the Tribune Company owns the team, that is not going to happen. Seeing the Red Sox, and especially the White Sox, win the World Series just makes me hate the Cubs in a way. I'm tired of supporting failure. All I want is one Cubs World Series championship in my lifetime.
That is all I'm asking for.
I don't want two or three or four.
Before I die.
And have them win.
When it would be totally worthless to me.
Because I'm rotting in the ground.
It's kind of hard.
To enjoy something.
When you're being eaten.