Given history's influence, this whole situation seems appropriate. If the Cubs were to win the World Series, would it seem more Cub-like for them to dominate 100+ games a' la the '27 Yankees, crushing opponents regularly, producing in all facets, juggernautting their way through the riff-raff and afterburning towards an inevitable playoff appearance in which they are unmistakenly the odds-on favorite to take the crown? Or do the Cubs . . . history's Cubs . . . compete ineptly in the midst of a group of sub-par competitors, eking out occasional wins, relying on the misfortunes of others, barely breaking into a winning record, underperforming in most areas yet still getting blown umpire calls, occasional bursts of competence, and blind luck enabling them to sneak by a whisker into the post-season, where they would likely be over-matched by every team yet somehow managing to achieve a victory? The Cubs would probably require a series of crucial opponents' injuries and a faux umpire-payola scandal to win the enchilada, causing Cubs fans simultaneous joy and regret knowing that until the next century they will have to endure jabs of ass-backwarding into a championship and claims of one-in-a-million, guilt-tripped, karmic charity ending their streak of ineptitude, Cards fans wallowing in the notion that their teams always won it the "right way" . . . and it would all seem quite apropos for a franchise so rooted in futility and disappointment. I guess, in other words, this is our year. It feels like it has to be.